The Crowd of Golden Daffodils, dancing in the breeze
Roots embedded in Woodsworth, there by the trees
The Raven that threw his soul amongst the shadows on the floor
Perched on Poe's Tomb in the cemetery of Baltimore
And when we are not TO BE
Shakespeare do write to me
Tales of the undiscovered country
For he on honey dew hath fed
Alas! Kubla Khan and Coleridge are dead
Did Death bring Shelley and Adonias together?
Alas! Between them are mountains and winter weather
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