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Of All the Souls That Stand Create

Of all the souls that stand create
I have elected one.
When sense from spirit files away,
And subterfuge is done;
 
When that which is and that which was
Apart, intrinsic, stand,
And this brief tragedy of flesh
Is shifted like a sand;
 
When figures show their royal front
And mists are carved sway,—
Behold the atom I Feferred
To all the lists of clay!
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