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Alone I whet my soul against the keen	A
Unwrinkled sky with its long stretching blue	B
I polish it with sunlight and pale dew	B
And damascene it with young blowing leaves	C
Into the handle of my life I set	D
Sprigs of mignonette	D
And periwinkle	B
Twisted into sheaves	C
The colors laugh and twinkle	B
Twined bands of roadways liquid in the sheen	A
Of street lamps and the ruby shine of cabs	E
Glisten for my delight all down its length	F
And there are sudden sparks	G
Of morning ripplings over tree fluttered pools	H
My soul is fretted full of gleams and darks	H
Pulsing and still	B
Smooth edged untarnished girded in my soul	B
I walk the world	D
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But in its narrow alleys	H
The low hung dust thick valleys	H
Where the mob shuffles its empty tread	D
My soul is blunted against dullard wits	H
Smeared with sick juices	H
Nicked impotent for other than low uses	H
Its arabesques and sparkling subtleties	H
Crusted to grey and all its changing surfaces	H
Spread with unpalpitant monotonies	H
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I re create myself upon the polished sky	I
A honing strop above converging roofs	H
The patterns show again like buried proofs	H
Of old lost empires bursting on the eye	I
In hieroglyphed and graven splendor	J
The whirling winds brush past my head	D
And prodigal once more a reckless spender	J
Of disregarded beauty a defender	J
Of undesired faiths	H
walk the world	D

Amy Lowell

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