Be still there. Quell those feelings;
Shrugging' 'what's to behold'?
A weed, a flower before!
As contemptuous shade-thrown
As might a thistly ground be
Of wayward gustings sown! '
Be still; and know what you are
To her, in true worth's light.
The mirror image held up
To gods, heroes of old.
Universally and wordless
Un-helped in being eye-told!
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