Reduced to a specimen
Whereby hath no part
Liberty, in its unique
Attributing to impart!
What more is knowable if
One is sorrow-advanced?
This much that one's repute for
Quick pitying be enhanced!
In frog's homesickness, tis this
Am steeped with regret.
Homesick, as a corner light
And cascade show yet
Its gaze to appropriate
And brought numbly to
That haunted state, out-hollowed
Of a damp world view.
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