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 Wrought thee for my pleasure, Planned thee as a measure For expounding And resounding Glad things that men treasure.

O for but a moment Of that old endowment— Light to gaily See thy daily Irisèd embowment!

But such readorning Time forbids with scorning— Makes me see things Cease to be things They were in my morning.

Fad'st thou, glow-forsaken, Darkness-overtaken! Thy first sweetness, Radiance, meetness, None shall reawaken.