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Angels, twice descending,
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Reimbursed my store.
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Burglar, banker, father,
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I am poor once more!
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I.
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
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Are you nobody, too?
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Then there 's a pair of us -- don't tell!
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They 'd banish us, you know.
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How dreary to be somebody!
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How public, like a frog
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To tell your name the livelong day
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To an admiring bog!
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II.
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I bring an unaccustomed wine
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To lips long parching, next to mine,
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And summon them to drink.
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Crackling with fever, they essay;
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I turn my brimming eyes away,
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And come next hour to look.
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The hands still hug the tardy glass;
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The lips I would have cooled, alas!
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Are so superfluous cold,
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I would as soon attempt to warm
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The bosoms where the frost has lain
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Ages beneath the mould.
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Some other thirsty there may be
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To whom this would have pointed me
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Had it remained to speak.
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And so I always bear the cup
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If, haply, mine may be the drop
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Some pilgrim thirst to slake, --
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If, haply, any say to me,
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"Unto the little, unto me,"
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When I at last awake.
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III.
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The nearest dream recedes, unrealized.
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The heaven we chase
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Like the June bee
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Before the school-boy
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Invites the race;
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Stoops to an easy clover --
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Dips -- evades -- teases -- deploys;
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Then to the royal clouds
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Lifts his light pinnace
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Heedless of the boy
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Staring, bewildered, at the mocking sky.
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Homesick for steadfast honey,
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Ah! the bee flies not
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That brews that rare variety.
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IV.
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We play at paste,
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Till qualified for pearl,
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Then drop the paste,
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And deem ourself a fool.
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The shapes, though, were similar,
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And our new hands
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Learned gem-tactics
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Practising sands.
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V.
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I found the phrase to every thought
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I ever had, but one;
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And that defies me, -- as a hand
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Did try to chalk the sun
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