To
My
Verse
Continue
To
Give
The
Old
Nobility
Rustic-like
Of
Yore
And
The
Quiet
Earth
That
Shunned
Power
And
Glory
No
Pigeons
Are
Cooing
Now
And
The
Sweet
Lark
Among
The
Bushes
Hid
Makes
Not
More
Noise
An
Hour
Ago
It
Made
The
Noise
Of
Sweet
Arising
In
The
Heavens
Jumped
As
Its
Heart
Into
Spaces
Immense
Of
Waking
Heavens
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