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The Mid-World

THIS is the red, red region
Your heart must journey through:
Your pains will here be legion
And joy be death for you.

Rejoice to-day: to-morrow
A turning tide shall flow
Through infinite tones of sorrow
To reach an equal woe.

You pass by love unheeding
To gain the goal you long-
But my heart, my heart is bleeding:
I cannot sing this song.


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Poem The Mid-World - George William Russell