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The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
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    And the poor in their fireless lodgings, dropping the sheets
    Of the evening paper: "Our day is our loss, o show us
    History the operator, the
    Organiser, Time the refreshing river."
    And the nations combine each cry, invoking the life
    That shapes the individual belly and orders
    The private nocturnal terror:
    "Did you not found the city state of the sponge,

    Raise the vast military empires of the shark
    And the tiger, establish the robin' s plucky canton?
    Intervene. Descend as a dove or
    a furious papa or a mild engineer, but descend.
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      Who takes a woman must be undone,
      That basilisk is sure to kill.
      The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets,
      So he that tastes woman, woman, woman,
      He that tastes woman, ruin meets.
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        Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed
        Let it be that great strong land of love
        Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
        That any man be crushed by one above.
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          It is time, love, to break off that sombre rose,
          shut up the stars and bury the ash in the earth;
          and, in the rising of the light, wake with those who awoke
          or go on in the dream, reaching the other shore of the sea which has no other shore.
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