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feed on light and air: &emsp;Poets' food is love and fame: If in this wide world of care &emsp;Poets could but find the same With as little toil as they, &emsp;Would they ever change their hue &emsp;As the light camelions do, Suiting it to every ray Twenty times a-day?

Poets are on this cold earth, &emsp;As camelions might be, Hidden from their early birth &emsp;In a cave beneath the sea;