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I 'm sure 't is India all day To those who look on you Without a stint, without a blame,    Might I but be the Jew! I 'm sure it is Golconda, Beyond my power to deem,    To have a smile for mine each day, How better than a gem! I'M SURE TIS INDIA ALL DAY TO THOSE WHO LOOK ON YOU WITHOUT A STINT WITHOUT A BLAME MIGHT I BUT BE THE JEW I'M SURE IT IS GOLCONDA BEYOND MY POWER TO DEEM TO HAVE A SMILE FOR MINE EACH DAY HOW BETTER THAN A GEM
f all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which was Apart, intrinsic, stand, And this brief tragedy of flesh Is shifted like a sand; When figures show their royal front And mists are carved away, -- Behold the atom I preferred To all the lists of clay! II. I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come, Nor action new, Except through this extent, The realm of you. III. Your riches taught me poverty. Myself a millionnaire In little wealths, -- as girls could boast, -- Till broad as Buenos Ayre, You drifted your dominions A different Peru; And I esteemed all poverty, For life's estate with you. Of mines I little know, myself, But just the names of gems, -- The colors of the commonest; And scarce of diadems So much that, did I meet the queen, Her glory I should know: But this must be a different wealth, To miss it beggars so. IS IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN TWO LOVE ONE CHOICE OF ALL THE SOULS THAT STAND CREATE I HAVE ELECTED ONE WHEN SENSE FROM SPIRIT FILES AWAY AND SUBTERFUGE IS DONE WHEN THAT WHICH IS AND THAT WHICH WAS APART INTRINSIC STAND AND THIS BRIEF TRAGEDY OF FLESH IS SHIFTED LIKE A SAND WHEN FIGURES SHOW THEIR ROYAL FRONT AND MISTS ARE CARVED AWAY BEHOLD THE ATOM I PREFERRED TO ALL THE LISTS OF CLAY TWO I HAVE NO LIFE BUT THIS TO LEAD IT HERE NOR ANY DEATH BUT LEST DISPELLED FROM THERE NOR TIE TO EARTHS TO COME NOR ACTION NEW EXCEPT THROUGH THIS EXTENT THE REALM OF YOU THREE YOUR RICHES TAUGHT ME POVERTY MYSELF A MILLIONAIRE IN LITTLE WEALTHS AS GIRLS COULD BOAST TILL BROAD AS BUENOS AYRE YOU DRIFTED YOUR DOMINIONS A DIFFERENT PERU AND I ESTEEMED ALL POVERTY FOR LIFE'S ESTATE WITH YOU OF MINES I LITTLE KNOW MYSELF BUT JUST THE NAMES OF GEMS THE COLORS OF THE COMMONEST AND SCARCE OF DIADEMS SO MUCH THAT DID I MEET THE QUEEN HER GLORY I SHOULD KNOW BUT THIS MUST BE A DIFFERENT WEALTH TO MISS IT BEGGARS SO
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