Stare up to nobody the wretched
Conclusion of life as
Mere ordeal. Eyes, jeeringly
Will dance on that canvas.
Afflicted, the world, insensitive
But allows you to be
Embarrassed! It is suggested
You moan reservedly.
Of a shy distress, with Nature's
Own built-up balwarking
Soft hemmed in. For unuttered
Acceptance of each Spring.
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