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''he had crowded the city so full
that men could not grasp beauty,
beauty was over them,
through them, about them,
no crevice unpacked with honey,
I should have thoughtin a dream you would have broughtsome lovely, perilous thing,orchids piled in a great sheath,as who would say (in a dream),"I send you this,who left the blue veinsof your throat unkissed."