Conrad Aiken Quotes

We rub the darkness from our eyes,And face our thousand devious secret mornings . . .And do not see how the pale mist, slowly ascending,Shaped by the sun, shines like a white-robed dreamerCompassionate over our towers bending.
Conrad Aiken
Conrad Aiken

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