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24
[This mellowing garden, where at times]
This mellowing garden, where at timesAn Admiral or a Peacock blazes—
To note him is to pulse with rhymes—
On one of many Michaelmas daisies,
So glooms the spread of written sky
Within my book, now superseded,
That Shakespeare's self is told to lie
Face downward on the lawn, unheeded.
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