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Aspiration

When I was daft (as urchins are),
And full if fairy lore,
I aimed an arrow at a star
And hit —the barnyard door.
 
I’ve shot at heaps of stars since then,
but always it’s the same —
A barnyard door has mocked me when
Uranus was my aim.
 
So, I’ll shoot starward as of yore,
Though wide my arrows fall;
I’d rather hit a big barn door
Then never aim at all.

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