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Show BONDAGE By Reginald Wright Kauffman. I am the slave of day And underneath the sun I play my part with stubborn heart Until the day is done; I do the petty task, I earn the grudging pay, And none can guess I wear a mask, Indentured to the day. But when the sun has set And labor ends again, How easy to forget The walks and ways of men! Deep in my heart I seek The lilac and tire rue, The white rose and the rose of red: The memory of you. What though the miles divide, What though the years are past? Across the night I dream aright, And am myself at last; A bondsman of the day, While day is on its throne, The secret stars all know I am Your slave, and yours alone! ' Smart Set. |