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A Poet's Fancies II

TO ANY POET

HOU who singest through the earth

All the earth's wild creatures fly thee;

Everywhere thou marrest mirth,—

Dumbly they defy thee;

There is something they deny thee.

Pines thy fallen nature ever

For the unfallen Nature sweet.

But she shuns thy long endeavour,

Though her flowers and wheat

Throng and press thy pausing feet.

Though thou tame a bird to love thee,

Press thy face to grass and flowers,

All these things reserve above thee

Secrets in the bowers,

Secrets in the sun and showers.

Sing thy sorrow, sing thy gladness,

In thy songs must wind and tree

Bear the fictions of thy sadness,

Thy humanity.

For their truth is not for thee.

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