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IS CONSIGNED TO THE NINE
Is consigned to the nine.I to nature consign.
I am but the [word] of myself.
Without inlet it lies
without outlet it flows
From & to the skies
It comes & it goes
I am its source,
& my life is its course
I am its stoney shore
& the gale that passes oer
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