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He perches in the slime inert	A
Bedaubed with iridescent dirt	A
The oil upon the puddles dries	B
To colours like a peacock's eyes	B
And half submerged tomato cans	C
Shine scaly as leviathans	C
Oozily crawling through the mud	D
The ground is here and there bestud	D
With lumps of only part burned coal	E
His duty is to glean the whole	E
To pick them from the filth each one	F
To hoard them for the hidden sun	F
Which glows within each fiery core	G
And waits to be made free once more	G
Their sharp and glistening edges cut	D
His stiffened fingers Through the smut	D
Gleam red the wounds which will not shut	D
Wet through and shivering he kneels	C
And digs the slippery coals like eels	C
They slide about His force all spent	D
He counts his small accomplishment	D
A half a dozen clinker coals	C
Which still have fire in their souls	C
Fire And in his thought there burns	C
The topaz fire of votive urns	C
He sees it fling from hill to hill	H
And still consumed is burning still	H
Higher and higher leaps the flame	I
The smoke an ever shifting frame	I
He sees a Spanish Castle old	D
With silver steps and paths of gold	D
From myrtle bowers comes the plash	J
Of fountains and the emerald flash	J
Of parrots in the orange trees	C
Whose blossoms pasture humming bees	C
He knows he feeds the urns whose smoke	K
Bears visions that his master stroke	K
Is out of dirt and misery	L
To light the fire of poesy	C
He sees the glory yet he knows	C
That others cannot see his shows	C
To them his smoke is sightless black	M
His votive vessels but a pack	M
Of old discarded shards his fire	N
A peddler's still to him the pyre	N
Is incensed an enduring goal	E
He sighs and grubs another coal	E

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