Say ye not full rich pride of e'ery flower
upon a barren heath,
that in silent hours of the night,
so sickening to the bones of woe-begone days,
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Lo! Las vegas lights of unattended looks
to e'ery passer-by o'er the rainbow bridge,
parked beside the clover beach,
I could see thy iron car
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O let him who thinks on thee more bright,
fade away in the back of your mind
than what the stars in secret influence comment,
of untread places far-off beyond the sunrise,
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Of such subtle thought that in reality
of the mind,
oft goes blind of his own shadow,
that in wilderness of pure heaven,
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Oft I hear you sing of eternal silences
that in the mellowing year of spring,
where squirrels make hoards in haystack of woods;
of untread places far-off beyond the sunrise,
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Say not that verses chide, ensnared
at white's lease,
presenteth nought in yellow-pages of history
e'ery fig leaf in autumn wind
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I know not what pleasure seekest thy revenge
that in whose festering menace,
heaven-ward bent to becharm the skies,
her enchanting slogans of disparity,
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I am no Lord's favourite, that in whose love
of elliptical illusions,
her departed looks in cold serene,
bespeaks of Monty Carlo's venomous pride,
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What more scope needest I this world
that to my mind still,
of beauty's looks beyond the sunrise,
some dry leaves of book in autumn
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I am not by poetry moved,
nor by a beautiful lady;
for she has her own soul
of pure song and delight;
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