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Look at the
stars! look, look up at the skies!
O look at all the
fire-folk sitting in the air!
The bright boroughs,
the circle-citadels there!
Down in dim woods the
diamond delves! the elves'-eyes!
The grey lawns cold
where gold, where quickgold lies!
Wind-beat whitebeam!
airy abeles set on a flare!
Flake-doves sent floating
forth at a farmyard scare! -
Ah well! it is all a
purchase, all is a prize.
Buy then! bid then!
-What? -Prayer, patience, alms, vows.
Look, look: a
May-mess, like on orchard boughs!
Look! March-bloom,
like on mealed-with-yellow sallows!
These are indeed
the barn; withindoors house
The shocks. This
piece-bright paling shuts the spouse
Christ home,
Christ and his mother and all his hallows.
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