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UNREST
WE trekked our way to the desert,
My soul and I, alone:
We passed beyond the world of men,
And all men call their own,
And came where never yet were laws
On parchment writ or stone.
Mid vast and barren stretches
Where Age speaks not to Age,
Where ne'er doth spring a living thing
Save the everlasting sage,
I felt as the savage coyote, free—
With a freedom naught could cage.
No milestones mark the desert:
Though seasons come and go,
Where the arid sands unmeasured lie
None through the hour-glass flow;
The desert has no memory—
Nor can of promise know.
Unfettered mid the silence,
Escaped from rule and law,
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