The Truth Became Their Lie
How did my Truth become their Lie—
So deftly dressed—so fair—
It walked abroad in borrowed words
And found its welcome—there—
I spoke it plain—as Morning speaks
To fields that do not doubt—
Yet Echo chose another path
And turned my meaning—out—
They crowned it with a louder voice—
And called the Silence—mine—
As if the Sun were blameworthy
For shadows—at decline—
Truth did not change—its garment did—
A Mask—was all they knew—
I kept the Face—through winter’s test—
And waited—till—what’s True—was True—
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