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CROSS-CURRENTS
THEY wrapped my soul in eiderdown; They placed me warm and snug1 In carved chair; set me with care Upon an old prayer rug. They cased my feet in golden shoes That hurt at toe and heel; My restless feet, with youth all fleet, Nor asked how they might feel. And now they wonder where I am, And search with shrill2, cold cry; But I crouch3 low where tall reeds grow, And smile as they pass by! 点击收听单词发音
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