All that does exhilarate
Pleasures, flares pain-swelled;
In a sounding hell, hurled
For cruelties unquelled
Sways, lays waste fixed views
Can but stand with grit
True to Beauty's principles
A calm growth; green lit.
Not this, affrighted, tree-blown!
A tree, bent into
The required deformities! Stripped
Bare to bone's wood-view!
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