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Transitional Poem
Then add to this that IHave known, and shall again, the greedy thigh;Browned by that sun, but not betrayed,Which puts the Dog-Star in the shade:For though my world at one Equator meet,These Arctic zones are still complete.Baring my skin to every bruiseLove gives, I'll love the more; since they're but duesThat flesh must pay to boneTill each is overthrown.There are going to be some changes made to-day.
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The hawk comes down from the air.Sharpening his eye uponA wheeling horizonTurned scrutiny to prayer.
He guessed the prey that cowersBelow, and learnt to keepThe distance which can stripEarth to its blank contours.
Then trod the air, contentWith contemplation tillThe truth of valley and hillShould be self-evident.
