And learn O voyager to walk
The roll of earth, the pitch and fall
That swings across these trees those stars:
That swings the sunlight up the wall.
And learn upon these narrow beds
To sleep in spite of sea, in spite
Of sound the rushing planet makes:
And learn to sleep against this ground.
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Such a lovely poem. One of my favorites of Archibald, check out my blog about him: http://malloryegr5.edublogs.org/
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