This was a Poet (448)
This was a Poet —It is That
Distills amazing sense
From ordinary Meanings —
And Attar so immense
From the familiar species
That perished by the Door —
We wonder it was not Ourselves
Arrested it —before —
Of Pictures, the Discloser —
The Poet —it is He —
Entitles Us —by Contrast —
To ceaseless Poverty —
Of portion —so unconscious —
The Robbing —could not harm —
Himself —to Him —a Fortune —
Exterior —to Time —
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