Question a world is no more -
Within us to incline, still be?
Universe we never succeed to,
And be sought; pasted to walk -last.
Slush and stray turned a cottage-
With bloomed yet to be or not?
And the proudly lights the lamp of age-
And hence unuttered, flutter that rules?
‘No to reward’ and know the award sterile-
When matters emptied in laws Devine-
But leaves not, we not be skeptic; -
To star of wondering worth for weal.
No more within us, those smile-
Nor is the grey -brown child in brain-
But we dance; with rejoicing scruples-
Anew; state about, and no more within!
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