Under the Bohemian Moon
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Acacia Tree
Acacia tree, spread thy arms above me,
Ease my agony under thy leafy crown;
I am God's chosen.
In the evening as I dream,
Fold thy hands as a prayer for me;
And rest as the dark passes by.
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