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(1880-1966 / Atlanta, Georgia)

Quest

The phantom happiness I sought
O'er every crag and moor;
I paused at every postern gate,
And knocked at every door;

In vain I searched the land and sea,
E'en to the inmost core,
The curtains of eternal night
Descend—my search is o'er.

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Robert Frost

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

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