work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context 6456,"",Reading in Perkins. Text taken from HDIS (Poetry),2008-05-27 00:00:00 UTC,"In my youth's summer I did sing of One,
The wandering outlaw of his own dark mind;

Again I seize the theme, then but begun,
And bear it with me, as the rushing wind
Bears the cloud onwards: in that Tale I find
The furrows of long thought, and dried-up tears,
Which, ebbing, leave a sterile track behind,
O'er which all heavily the journeying years
Plod the last sands of life,--where not a flower appears.
(p. 864, ll. 19-27)",2008-05-27,17149,"","""In my youth's summer I did sing of One, / The wandering outlaw of his own dark mind.""","",2013-06-04 17:12:26 UTC,Stanza 3