Your mood may triumph over the lone thought,
It records us in splendour and surrender;
The moods are better for the heavenly students
To know if your mind always requires them.
Anything illustrious as your brain
Justified why your ports are like ears
That listen and watch with eyes
The very same endeavour in observation.
To perceive I neglect you and claim the powers
That have been most prominent.
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