Familiarity
Dance not your spectral dance at me; I know you well!Along this lane there lives no tree But I can tell.I know each fall and rise and twist;You—why, a wildflower in the mist, The moon, the mist.
Sound not that long alarm, gray tower, I know you well;This is your habit at this hour, You and your bell!If once, I heard a hundred timesThrough evening's ambuscade your chimes— Dark tower, your chimes.
Enforce not that no-meaning so, Familiar stream;Whether you tune it high or low, I know your theme;A proud-fed but a puny rill,A meadow brook, poured quick and shrill— Alone and shrill.
Sprawl not so monster-like, blind mist; I know not "seems";I am too old a realist
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