Seals
I deliver a lecture
And pour out my soul,
Its full architecture,
All rounded and whole.
But with those I love best
I stammer and mutter,
And gossip and jest
Are all I can utter:
Quip, quirk, and derision;
And what my heart feels,
My soul's purest vision,
Are under the seals.
poem by Gamaliel Bradford
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