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THE SECRET OF POESY
Wide
must the poet wander
To garnish his golden cells,
For in Yesterday and in Yonder
The secret of poesy dwells.
To garnish his golden cells,
For in Yesterday and in Yonder
The secret of poesy dwells.
It is where the rainbow resteth,
And the gates of the sunset be,
And the star in the still pool nesteth,
And the moon-road lies on the sea.
And the gates of the sunset be,
And the star in the still pool nesteth,
And the moon-road lies on the sea.
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