Deep.
deep is the sea,
But
deeper to me
Is
the poet who sings
Of
the wonderful things
That
the layman cannot see.
High,
high is the star,
But
higher by far
Is
the poet who brings
The
comforting things
To
where the needy ones are.
Jan.
17, 1914
(for some reason, he hand
wrote out this one twice, both identical)
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