Living
Easy I Thought It to Descry
From Works and Life, ed. Forster, vol. VIII (1876)
Living
Easy I thought it to descry
In your heart's depths its purity.
It seem'd pellucid; but alas
Pellucid too is fragile glass!
What we see smooth we trust is sound,
Nor fear to slip on even ground:
I rise and rub my broken knee,
And so will they who follow me.
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Landor, Walter Savage. “Easy I Thought It to Descry.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/landor/688/.
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Landor, Walter Savage. “Easy I Thought It to Descry.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/landor/688/.
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