I saw, the little boy, thin and lean, 
	Full-viewed, yet unseen, 
Writing forth his lonely thoughts in rhyme
	Couched on his chair every time;
        
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        When your dark shadows haunt and loom
My wits turn sound of Life's great fertility; 
When your python-embrace turns me to doom
I torch my day's unpartable magnanimity;
        
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        Stars and Planets! Are you not for me? 
A lonely soul's eyes(barred from the sight
Of care)  seal upon you their vigorous plea - 
Shouldn't you prove them your celestial light?
        
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        I had heard a second would be your smite, 
That what you are would drop in a moment's light; 
	That mortals be done in a grasp, 
	The steelest pain be in a clasp,
        
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        The butterfly was out in my business
 Over restive sandals without recess; 
 Crazed was she, for she had known
 A secret which is mine own;
        
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        The streams of delight so well thrive
From your eyes, whereupon I mine
Shall fix; forgive, if a glance should arrive
At your hands, and thereupon shine;
        
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        What language is the wind's? The sky's? 
What the stars'? Do I not know
That from every star supreme tales arise? 
That from every quite flower there flow
        
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        No, not every eve must I appear, 
Or else, desire dares to grow, 
And I'm bent to craving you more near;
        
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        A life exquisite is what I ache for, 
Splendid, celestial, divine to the core;
        
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        I have come to the brink of my travels; 
	There the verge clearly unravels; 
The span between two buds of a stalk
		Covers the relics of my walk,
        
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        Death, I ask, who are you? 
	Give me your clue! 
	     "I am Lust! ! "
Come on! Can Lust be so dead?
        
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        That one tune lives in every music; 
That one word echoes in every rhyme; 
Listen to the varied earth, you'll pick
That one thought as the basic pantomime;
        
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        I stand in the broad majesty of Night; 
Often I see a lone fireworm hurtling in air
In emerald bliss - it delights my sight; 
It stirs me, as I chase it with puzzled stare,
        
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        LUST was chaste when I loved you; 
It wouldn't be born of my fibre or flesh
But of my heart; it had Love's own hue, 
Love's own perfume, sweet and fresh;
        
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        A fool's brain has a plenteous space; 
Of the entwined world he is not sound, 
Of perils and pounce that may fall apace, 
Of sinisters to which each modesty is bound;
        
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        I carry an account of all such men
    Who chase chances now and then
To escape their tongue from the grip of mouth
    And bleat, in a voice so uncouth,
        
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        If the sword's been given don't wait for war, 
If wings' be placed don't await the winds to cool; 
To the first bugle of dusk every tiny star
Soon attends the zenith despite a cloudy pool;
        
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        I did not tell you what I should have told, 
I pruned it half; though your interrogation
Received the pleasure of complete gold
I did not provide its due evaluation;
        
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        Whose damned chamber is this? 
Strict-edged pebbles, born to be strewn
On Earth's vain, ungreeted chalice, 
Lie on the floor like a glorified boon,
        
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                    Poet
                    
                    I saw, the little boy, thin and lean, 
	Full-viewed, yet unseen, 
Writing forth his lonely thoughts in rhyme
	Couched on his chair every time; 
Tears would sometimes be seen on his face, 
	Or he'd laugh with cheery grace; 
Between his fingers his pen, I saw, was set - 
	I said, "He - he is a poet; "
I see, but tonight what - what I see, 
	The moon's burning brightly, 
Her beams have wrapped him ‘round in fetters, 
	Though he still has letters; 
His lids are painful; he couldn't tilt to fight, 
	These are shackles of Light! 
Bonded, bound by silver serpents of fret - 
	I corrected, "He is no poet! "
                

 
                    