505<\/p>\n
I would not paint \u2014 a picture \u2014
I\u2019d rather be the One
Its bright impossibility
To dwell \u2014 delicious \u2014 on \u2014
And wonder how the fingers feel
Whose rare \u2014 celestial \u2014 stir \u2014
Evokes so sweet a Torment \u2014
Such sumptuous \u2014 Despair \u2014<\/p>\n
I would not talk, like Cornets \u2014
I\u2019d rather be the One
Raised softly to the Ceilings \u2014
And out, and easy on \u2014
Through Villages of Ether \u2014
Myself endued Balloon
By but a lip of Metal \u2014
The pier to my Pontoon \u2014<\/p>\n
Nor would I be a Poet \u2014
It\u2019s finer \u2014 own the Ear \u2014
Enamored \u2014 impotent \u2014 content \u2014
The License to revere,
A privilege so awful
What would the Dower be,
Had I the Art to stun myself
With Bolts of Melody!<\/p>\n<\/body><\/html>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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