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He must have heard the muffled crack
That echoed just beneath his feet,
And known the cold abyss and hack
Of icy knives on gristled meat!.
He must have sensed the hour had come
To cross the waters in the West;
He must have known it's borne by some
To understand before the rest!.
He must have let his fire die out
His chimney stood so cold and gray
With embers tiered as though a doubt
Arranged them when it came to stay!.
He must have known how thin the ice
Would grow here at the hint of Spring --
Poised like a ponderous opening vise
To press a silver tangled wing!.
He must have thought of all he'd lost,
How those few fated to remain
Upon this island tempest-tossed
Might wonder now what earthly stain
Compelled a soul to pass this way --
'Tis but a bitter triumph won
By dust and ashes swept away
In shadow, 'neath a dying sun!.
And so he turned for shore, to live --
To squander precious gold is sin,
But then the world would crack and give
No quarter, where the ice grew thin!.

jat 9/15/08Www@QuestionHome@Com

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