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that The pond misleads the weary astray beyond the trees:
i know A dreaded myth of sirens and a faerie black
but One mind cannot redeem a childish tale
as Haunting and immortal spring of song.
what Understanding in three years has failed to seize
a Better heart can take six months aback
i hear Chants of five days ever of wail
but In twelfth hour my petals' laugh is strong.

that A cunning eye can but well deceive
what A greater light will always relieve