Poem by William Watson

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Nay, bid me not my cares to leave,
  Who cannot from their shadow flee.
I do but win a short reprieve,
  'Scaping to pleasure and to thee.

I may, at best, a moment's grace,
  And grant of liberty, obtain;
Respited for a little space,
  To go back into bonds again.

1. Liberty Rejected
2. The Russ at Kara
3. The Raven's Shadow
4. Changed Voices
5. Well He Slumbers, Greatly Slain

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