The derrick stands neglected and we cease to tread its floor;
My feet are on the threshold and my hands are on the door—
The pen falls from my fingers, to be taken up no more.
Transcriptions
Dedication (p. v)
To—
The derrick stands neglected and we cease to tread its floor;
My feet are on the threshold and my hands are on the door—
The pen falls from my fingers, to be taken up no more.
Transcriptions
Dedication (p. v)
To—