July 29,1890
Colored daubs and swatches
crave artist's practiced hand.
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In slumber now and thence to dream
of space-time's stirred and curving sweep,
where stellar furies set agleam
the velvet thrall of endless deep.
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Alone and left to contemplate,
had I a pair of wings,
I'd fly away and search the world
for the peace of wild things.
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