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- A COAT
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- I MADE my song a coat
- Covered with embroideries
- Out of old mythologies
- From heel to throat;
- But he fools caught it,
- Wore it in the world's eyes
- As though they'd wrought it.
- Song, let them take it,
- For there's more enterprise
- In walking naked.
- <1While I, from that reed-throated whisperer
- Who comes at need, although not now as once
- A clear articulation in the air,
- But inwardly, surmise companions
- Beyond the fling of the dull ass's hoof
- -- Ben Jonson's phrase -- and find when June is come
- At Kyle-na-no under that ancient roof
- A sterner conscience and a friendlier home,
- I can forgive even that wrong of wrongs,
- Those undreamt accidents that have made me
- -- Seeing that Fame has perished this long while.
- Being but a part of ancient ceremony -- >1
- Notorious, till all my priceless things
- Are but a post the passing dogs defile.
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