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All Life in a Life And with their love would have enfolded him; But even at ten years old he had a way Of gazing at you with a look austere Which gave his kin-folk fear. He had no child-like love for father or mother, Sister or brother; They were the same to him as any other. He was a little cold, a little queer.


 * His father was a laborer and now

They made the boy work for his daily bread. They say he read A book or two during these years of work, But if there was a secret Between the pages under the light of his brow It came forth. And if he had a woman In love or out of love, or a companion or a chum, History is dumb. So far as we know he dreamed and worked with hands, And learned to know his genius's commands— Or what is called one's daemon.


 * And this became at last the city's call.

He had now reached the age of thirty sears, And found a Dream of Life and a solution For slavery of soul and even all Miseries that flow from things material. To free the world was his soul's resolution.