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In a host of unbarred waterways |
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A man baring scrolls |
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These are faces I've seen |
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Written in to sympathy |
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Kingly ships in ecstasy |
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That fill'd their sails with delight |
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I printed out the fountainhead |
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Received to me in languid keys |
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A knowledge subtle drawn |
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With sunlight faring well the matchless seas! |
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And up through the ductwork feels a bloody door |
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Mine if I remain, but horror |
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Remain, yes, where body binds the body |
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And awake is a lonely room away |
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Maybe a soundless rapture that dissolves the form |
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And pulsars deep in mourning (the portrait of the music to the poet) I |
