Emily's Barn
By: honsinger
Duration
4:52
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I, cautious, scanned my little life. I winnowed what would fade from what would last til heads like mine should be a-dreaming laid. I put the latter in a barn. The former blew away. I went one winter morning and, low, my priceless hay was not upon the scaffold; was not upon the beam; and from a thriving farmer, a cynic I became. Whether a thief did it; whether was the wind; whether a deity's guiltless, my business is to find. So I begin to ransack. How is it hearts with thee? Art thou within the little barn love provided thee?
