To Poets To you alone our shivering souls confess— Since you the inexpressible express! Magi, whose wizardries Shake Stardust in our eyes— For all life's hurts and hazards, ye have...
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Walk not too near these outcast sons of men Where passed your Christ ahead! You, too, may share The rabble's wrath! In time take heed! Beware The woe—the bitter shame of Him again! Your flaming...
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