Foster the light nor veil the manshaped moon,
Nor weather winds that blow not down the bone,
But strip the twelve-winded marrow from his circle;
Master the night nor serve the snowman's brain
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Who gave these seas their colour in a shape, Shaped my clayfellow, and the heaven's ark Beautiful