Not yet, not yet, the light;
Under ground, out of sight,
Like moles, we blindly toil
On,—though we know not where;
Some day the upper air,
The sun, and all things fair,
We reach through the dark soil.
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Beatrix Lucia Catherine Tollemache · Vanguardias / s. XX
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Not yet, not yet, the light;
Under ground, out of sight,
Like moles, we blindly toil
On,—though we know not where;
Some day the upper air,
The sun, and all things fair,
We reach through the dark soil.
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