Burning Wheel

<SPAN name="VISION"></SPAN>VISION.<br/> <br/> <br/> I had been sitting alone with books,<br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till doubt was a black disease,</span><br/> When I heard the cheerful shout of rooks<br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the bare, prophetic trees.</span><br/> <br/> Bare trees, prophetic of new birth,<br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">You lift your branches clean and free</span><br/> To be a beacon to the earth,<br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A flame of wrath for all to see.</span><br/> <br/> And the rooks in the branches laugh and shout<br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To those that can hear and understand;</span><br/> "Walk through the gloomy ways of doubt<br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">With the torch of vision in your hand."</span><br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />