Upon these doors who do knock
For retreats, solid green
Disclose the world's nervous shock
In their brittle eyes' glass.
'This silence will communicate
All that you need to hear'.
Core of what, through whose hailed state
Healing messages pass!
'A living, breathing ether
Of agents, pacify.
Those enthusings, whirrings finer
Dragonfly's, but one class'.
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