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This was a Poet-It is That
Distills amazing sense
From ordinary Meanings-
And Attar so immense

From the familiar species
That perished by the Door-
We wonder it was not Ourselves
Arrested it-before-

Of Pictures, the Discloser-
The Poet-it is He-
Entitles Us-by Contrast-
To ceaseless Poverty-

Of portion-so unconscious-
The Robbing-could not harm-
Himself-to Him-a Fortune-
Exterior-to Time-