Poems (Taylor)/Outworn

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OUTWORN
Between the winds and the steadfast stars
 Are there no quiet ways
Where the soul may swoon for evermore
 Through the dim pure nights and days?

Where never a sound or a scent can float,
 Where never a dream can win
Of the passion of tears and travail past,
 Of the love, and the pain, and sin?

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