Would not paint - a picture - I'd rather be the One It's bright impossibility To dwell - delicious - on - And wonder how the fingers feel Whose rare - celestial - stir - Evokes so sweet a Torment - Such sumptuous - Despair - I would not talk, like Cornets - I'd rather be the One Raised softly to Horizons - And out, and easy on - Through Villages of Ether - Myself upborne Balloon By but a lip of Metal - The pier to my Pontoon -
Nor would I be a Poet - It's finer - own the Ear - Enamored - impotent - content - The License to revere, A privilege so awful What would the Dower be, Had I the Art to stun myself With Bolts - of Melody.
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