What, the palace, the person
This fabled key of gold
Gives admittance to;
But chanderlier-lit, for heart.
But strode for dignity
Humbly and hushed through.
How long oh, had on its search
Spun this, vainer than vain
Its revolving door!
What through World's rummaging, wretched
That ritzy, glitzy wrapped
Had been mistook for.
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