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|(For Sara Teasdale)|
The lonely farm, the crowded street,|
The palace and the slum,
Give welcome to my silent feet
As, bearing gifts, I come.
Last night a beggar crouched alone,|
A ragged helpless thing;
I set him on a moonbeam throne
Today he is a king.
Last night a king in orb and crown|
Held court with splendid cheer;
Today he tears his purple gown
And moans and shrieks in fear.
Not iron bars, nor flashing spears,|
Not land, nor sky, nor sea,
Nor love’s artillery of tears
Can keep mine own from me.
Serene, unchanging, ever fair,|
I smile with secret mirth
And in a net of mine own hair
I swing the captive earth.
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