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Supernal Will ! I would not fain be one

In earths green herbs, and streams that bubble up

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I sit with angels before better food: --

Who, satisfying thirst and 九_九_藏_書breaking fast,

Dear Christ ! when thy new vintage fills my cup,

MY future will not copy fair my past

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To gather up the bread of my repast

On any leaf but Heavens. Be fully done

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Clear from the darkling ground,--content until

This hand shall shake no more, nor that wine spill