Under the rusting elms his separate path,
Crossing and recrossing the separate paths
Of others like himself, whose aimless feet
Weave some invisible pattern on the grass,
Takes him to the classroom, to his seat,
Where he walks on words toward a drowning man
He dimly imagines, or pictures in vague dreams,
A shifty man whose face he thinks familiar
As his own, yet cannot fix exactly,
Who calls to him when he walks out again
Onto the solid earth to thread his way
Under the rusting elm leaves, which float down
Like nets through water seeking the vagrant school.
The Student
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