Laggard
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Margaret Widdemer
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My mind is very swift and gay;
She flutters to and fro,
She knows a thousand things to play,
A thousand roads to go;
But oh, my heart will never play--
She sits and watches still
A stone she saw them set one day
Beside a low green hill.
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