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- THE FASCINATION OF WHAT'S DIFFICULT
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- THE fascination of what's difficult
- Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent
- Spontaneous joy and natural content
- Out of my heart. There's something ails our colt
- That must, as if it had not holy blood
- Nor on Olympus leaped from cloud to cloud,
- Shiver under the lash, strain, sweat and jolt
- As though it dragged road-metal. My curse on plays
- That have to be set up in fifty ways,
- On the day's war with every knave and dolt,
- Theatre business, management of men.
- I swear before the dawn comes round again
- I'll find the stable and pull out the bolt.
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