The Lost One

THE LOST ONE
(Karle Wilson Baker)

Indeed, I cannot say
Just which of many I shall be
Tomorrow, or today

Whence are they -- prince, witcher or Devil?
I know not; this I know
The gravest, gentlest, simplest one
Was buried long ago

Wrapped in the faded pride it wore
It slumbers, as is fit
And nothing tells the name it bore
Or marks the place of it

But all the other kinds of me
They know, and turn aside
And check their laughter soberly
Above that one that died



Credits
Writer(s): Chris Engels, Karle Wilson Baker
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