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| LOVE has earth to which she clings | |
| With hills and circling arms about— | |
| Wall within wall to shut fear out. | |
| But Thought has need of no such things, | |
| For Thought has a pair of dauntless wings. | 5 |
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| On snow and sand and turf, I see | |
| Where Love has left a printed trace | |
| With straining in the world’s embrace. | |
| And such is Love and glad to be. | |
| But Thought has shaken his ankles free. | 10 |
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| Thought cleaves the interstellar gloom | |
| And sits in Sirius’ disc all night, | |
| Till day makes him retrace his flight, | |
| With smell of burning on every plume, | |
| Back past the sun to an earthly room. | 15 |
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| His gains in heaven are what they are. | |
| Yet some say Love by being thrall | |
| And simply staying possesses all | |
| In several beauty that Thought fares far | |
| To find fused in another star. | 20 |
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