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Not yet	A
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I thought this time 'twas done at last	B
the workings perfected the life in it	C
and there's the flaw again the petty flaw	D
the fretting small impossibility	E
that has to be made possible	F
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To work	G
so many more months lost on a wrong tack	H
and months and months may so be lost again	I
who knows until they swell a tale of years	J
counted by failures No time to sit down	K
with folded arms to moan for the spent toil	L
for on on glide the envious treacherous hours	M
that bring at last the night when none can work	G
and I'll not die with my work unfulfilled	N
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It must perform my thought it must awake	O
this soulless whirring thing of springs and wheels	P
and be a power among us Aye but how	Q
There it stands facing me compact precise	R
the nice presentment of my long design	S
and what is it an accurate mockery	E
and not my creature Where's my secret hid	T
the little easy secret which once found	U
will shew so palpable that the pleased world	V
shall presently believe it always knew	W
Where is my secret Oh my aching brain	X
Good God have all the anxious ponderings	R
all the laborious strain of hand and head	Y
all the night watches all the stolen days	R
from fruitfuller tasks all I have borne and done	Z
brought me no nearer solving	A2
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Stolen days	R
yes from the little ones and grave pale wife	B2
who should have every hour of mine made coin	C2
to buy them sunshine Stolen and they lack all	D2
save the bare needs which only paupers lack	H
stolen and cheerlessly the mother sits	R
over her dismal blinding stitchery	E
and no quick smile of welcome parts her lips	R
seeing me come and quiet at their play	E2
the children crowd cooped in the unlovely home	F2
and envy tattered urchins out of doors	R
their merry life and playground of the streets	R
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Oh if it were but my one self to spend	G2
but to doom them too with me Never a thought	H2
dawns first into the world but is a curse	R
on the rash finder part of heaven's fire	E
filched to bestow on men and for your pay	E2
the vulture at your heart	I2
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What should one choose	R
or is there choice A madness comes on you	W
whose name is revelation who has power	E
to check the passion of it who in the world	V
A revelation yes 'tis but a name	J2
for knowledge and there perishes free will	K2
for every man is slave of what he knows	R
it is the soul of him could you quench that	L2
you leave the mere mechanic animal	F
a sentient creature true and reasoning	A2
because the clockwork in it's made for that	L2
but like my creature there its purport lacked	M2
so but its own abortive counterfeit	C
We have our several purports some to pace	R
the accustomed roads and foot down rampant weeds	R
bearing mute custom smoothly on her course	R
some difficultly to force readier paths	R
or hew out passes through the wilderness	R
and some belike to find the snuggest place	R
and purr beside the fire Each of his kind	N2
but can you change your kind the lion caged	O2
is still a lion pipes us no lark's trills	R
drive forth the useful brood hen from the yard	P2
she'll never learn the falcon's soar and swoop	Q2
We must abye our natures if they fit	C
too crossly to our hap the worse for us	R
but who would pray say such a prayer could serve	R2
Let me become some other not myself	S2
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And yet and yet Oh why am I assigned	N2
to this long maiming battle Why to me	E
this blasting gift this lightning of the gods	R
scorching the hand that wields it why to me	E
A lonely man or dandled in the lap	T2
of comfortable fortune might with joy	U2
hug the strange serpent blessing to the one	Z
it has no tooth for gilded hands make gold	V2
of all they touch the other is alone	W2
and has the right to suffer Not for them	X2
is doubt or dread but I Oh little ones	R
whose unsuspecting eyes pierce me with smiles	R
Oh sad and brooding wife whose silent hopes	R
are all rebukes to mine	S
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Come think it out	Y2
traitor to them or traitor to the world	V
is that the choice Why then they are my own	W2
given in my hand looking to me for all	D2
and for my destined present to the world	V
being what it is some one some fortunate day	E2
will find it or achieve it if the world wait	Z2
well it has waited Yet 'twere pitiful	F
that still and still while to a thousand souls	R
life's irrecoverable swift to day	E2
becomes the futile yesterday the world	V
go beggared of a birthright unaware	E
and as if one should slake his thirst with blood	A3
pricked from his own red veins while at his hand	B3
lies the huge hairy nut from whose rough bowl	C3
he might quaff juicy milk and knows it not	D3
spend out so great a wealth of wasted strength	E3
man upon man given to the imperious	R
unnecessary labour How were that	L2
having made my honest bargain with the world	V
to serve its easier and accepted needs	R
for the due praise and pudding keeping it	C
like a wise servant not to lose my place	R
to note the enduring loss and adding up	F3
its various mischiefs score them as the price	R
of my reposeful fortunes Why do this	R
and each starved blockhead dribbling out his life	B2
on the continued toil would be my drudge	G3
and not one farthest comer of our earth	H3
where hurrying traffic plies but would have voice	R
to reach my ears and twit me guilty to it	C
But then the wife and children must they pine	S
in the bleak shade of frosty poverty	E
because the man that should have cared for them	X2
discerned a way to double wealth with wealth	I3
and glut the maw of rank prosperity	E
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Traitor to them or traitor to the world	V
a downright question that and sounds well put	J3
and one that begs its answer since we count	K3
the nearer duty first to every man	L3
but there's another pungent clause to note	M3
that's traitor to myself Has any man	L3
the right of that God puts a gift in you	W
to your own hurt we'll say but what of that	L2
He puts a gift in you a seed to grow	E
to His fulfilment germinant with your life	B2
and may you crush it out And say you do	W
what is your remnant life an empty husk	N3
or balked and blighted stem past hope of bloom	O3
Well make the seed develope otherwise	R
and grow to your fulfilment wiselier planned	B3
but will that prosper may the thistle say	E2
Let me blow smooth white lilies or the wheat	P3
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Let me be purple with enticing grapes	R
God says Be that I bade or else be nought	P3
and what thing were the man to make that choice	R
For me I dare not were it for their sake	O
and for their sake I dare not could their good	P3
grow out of my undoing they with me	E
and I with them we are so interknit	P3
that taint in me must canker into them	X2
and my upholding holds them from the mire	E
and so as there are higher things than ease	R
we must bear on together they and I	Q3
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And it may be to bear is all our part	P3
I have outpast the first fantastic hopes	R
that fluttered round my project at its birth	H3
outgrown them as the learning child outgrows	R
the picture A's and B's that lured him on	R3
I have forgotten honours wealth renown	K
I see no bribe before me but that one	Z
my work's fruition Yes as we all who feel	S3
the dawn of a creative thought discern	T3
in the beginning that perfected end	P3
which haply shall not be I saw the end	P3
and my untried presumptuous eyes befooled	P3
saw it at hand How round each forward step	U3
locked the delusive and decoying dreams	R
and I seemed while I sowed still hurrying on	R3
to touch the sudden fruit the ripe choice fruit	P3
to be garnered for my dear ones mine for them	X2
but long since I have learned in weariness	R
in failures and in toil to put by dreams	R
to put by hopes and work as the bird sings	R
because God planned me for it For I look	V3
undazzled on the future see the clouds	R
and see the sunbeams several not one glow	E
I know that I shall find my secret yet	P3
and make my creature here another power	E
to change a world's whole life but that achi	W3

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