<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</SPAN></span></p>
<h3><SPAN name="XIX" id="XIX"></SPAN>XIX</h3>
<h3><i>Not through this Door</i></h3>
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<span class="i0">Not through this door of elemental calm,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Patient, wet woodland, resting after rain,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Brooding brown fields that wait the sleeping grain—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Not through this door may the wrecked spirit’s balm—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Come in and take possession. There’s a psalm<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Nature has crooned to weariness and pain,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Easing the tumult of the world-worn brain,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Sweet, wholesome mother of the open palm.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">But the disastrous heart cries out for men,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Strife where the fight is reddest. Verily<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Peace comes with fighting with the strength of ten,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Here where the world is young, with naught to see.<br/></span>
<span class="i4">But day blow out across the long, low sky—<br/></span>
<span class="i4">Peace means an emptiness, which rests to die.<br/></span></div>
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