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Transitional Poem
Let body doubt: the pureShadow will reassure,For shadow gives a freeLicence to lunacy.—And yet fools say it isThe heart that's credulous . . .For once, O sceptic heart,Will you not play your part?
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When nature plays hedge-schoolmaster,Shakes out the gaudy map of summerAnd shows me charabanc, rose, barley-earAnd every bright-winged hummer,
He only would require of meTo be the sponge of natural lawsAnd learn no more of that cosmographyThan passes through the pores.
Why must I then unleash my brainTo sweat after some revelationBehind the rose, heedless if truth maintainOn the rose-bloom her station?
When bullying April bruised mine eyesWith sleet-bound appetites and crude
