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"To-morrow to Fresh Woods and Pastures New"

by Amy Lowell, 1912

As for a moment he stands, in hardy masculine beauty,
Poised on the fircrested rock, over the pool which below him
Gleams in the wavering sunlight, waiting the shock of his plunging.
So for a moment I stand, my feet planted firm in the present,
Eagerly scanning the future which is so soon to possess me.

Published in A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass
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