Stand still, and I will read to thee

To fit the naked foot of Poesy

All of which were words, words, words

But in my simple ignorance I suppose

Much have I seen and known; cities of men

From all internal injury exempt

Pulsing with the life of the gods

Again and again, however we know the landscape of love

One dignity delays for all

And all the words that I write

These are my starry solitudes

So I take my treasure home

For an Approving God



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