Song of the Souls Set Free

by Walter Conrad Arensberg

Wrap the earth in cloudy weather For a shroud. We have slipped the earthly tether, We’re above the cloud. Peep and draw the cloud together, Peep upon the bowed. What can they be bowing under, Wild and wan? Peep, and draw the cloud asunder, Peep, and wave a dawn. It will make them rise and wonder Whether we are gone.

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