Distances By William Stanley Braithwaite
Just where that star above
Shines with a cold, dispassionate smile—
If in the flesh I’d travel there,
How many, many a mile!
If this, my soul, should be
Unprisoned from its earthly bond,
Time could not count its markless flight
Beyond that star, beyond!
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