Potent is power
When in the hands of tyrants
Who caren’t ’bout people.
Thy mind may be thine own worst Hell,
As naught canth make thy nightmares true
Except what thou conjur’st as true;
And only thou canst be defeat’d
By hope abandoned in thyself.
I hope to be of those
Who mark the coming springs
With gales of pleasant scents,
Sweet poetry, new love,
Equality, fresh life.
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