The long, grim years with iron tread
Move down the shuttered isle
Of time’s unrecking labyrinth
Paved with forgotten dead.
And I, a feather in their wake,
Gaze long and tremblingly
Into these sunless corridors,
Praying the light to break!
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The Watcher
by Georgia Douglas Johnson
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