Is art of thousands my God, <br />where then is it's heart? <br />Thus this thousand shouldest it thy eye, <br />and mine with two, <br />pouring on him all thy tears bleed the sun to some extent, <br />and it that the hast of thousand l' made for you <br />and each thing I left with '; God'; . <br /> <br /> <br />g.h.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/each-thing-i-left/
