We reach vague-gesturing hands, we lift our heads,  
  Hear sounds far off,—and dream, with quivering breath,  
  Our curious separate ways through life and death.
The House of Dust (1916 - 1917)
We reach vague-gesturing hands, we lift our heads,  
  Hear sounds far off,—and dream, with quivering breath,  
  Our curious separate ways through life and death.
The House of Dust (1916 - 1917)