I was strong in my naivete,
And strode the world with no defense
but him.
With that, and unvoiced shouts of rapture,
any odds were vanquished,
Conquered with the memory of his touch.

Then Knowledge came, suffused with distant laughter
that beat me down, and forced me to
Inspect this thing:
In faded glory it lay shattered,
prismed by a feeble light, and
Dying made no sound but that
Of an eagle made of glass.

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So I couldn't resist putting this one up, too.

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