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Therein thyself shalt findThe ‘Undiscovered Continent’—No Settler had the Mind.

Not all the vats upon the RhineYield such an alcohol!Inebriate of air am I,And debauchee of dew,Reeling, through endless summer days,From inns of molten blue.When the landlord turn the drunken beeOut of the foxglove’s door,When butterflies renounce their drams,I shall but drink the more!Till seraphs swing their snowy hats,And saints to windows run,To see the…

Did they forget thee?Then dinna care! Then dinna care!Proud little Heart!Did they forsake thee?Be debonnaire! Be debonnaire!Frail little Heart!I would not break thee—Could’st credit me? Could’st credit me?Gay little Heart—Like Morning Glory!Wind and Sun—wilt thee array!

The Least—can lift a TonAssisted by its stimulus—Who Misery—sustain—No Sinew can afford—The Cargo of Themselves—Too infinite for Consciousness’Slow capabilities.

What Day be dark to me—What Distance—far—So I the Ships may seeThat touch—how seldomly—Thy Shore?

Of Emerald scant—her Gown—Her Beauty—is the love she doth—Itself—exhibit—Mine&md ash;