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But somewhere in my soul, I know I 've met the thing before; It just reminded me    't was all    And came my way no more. BUT SOMEWHERE IN MY SOUL I KNOW I'VE MET THE THING BEFORE IT JUST REMINDED ME TWAS ALL AND CAME MY WAY NO MORE
s, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains, And, supercilious, peer In shanties by the sides of roads; And then a quarry pare To fit its sides, and crawl between, Complaining all the while In horrid, hooting stanza; Then chase itself down hill And neigh like Boanerges; Then, punctual as a star, Stop -- docile and omnipotent -- At its own stable door. XVIII. THE SHOW. The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play -- Both went to see. XIX. Delight becomes pictorial When viewed through pain, -- More fair, because impossible That any gain. The mountain at a given distance In amber lies; Approached, the amber flits a little, -- And that 's the skies! XX. A thought went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish, -- some way back, I could not fix the year, Nor where it went, nor why it came The second time to me, Nor definitely what it was, Have I the art to say.  RAILWAY TRAIN I LIKE TO SEE IT LAP THE MILES AND LICK THE VALLEYS UP AND STOP TO FEED ITSELF AT TANKS AND THEN PRODIGIOUS STEP AROUND A PILE OF MOUNTAINS AND SUPERCILIOUS PIER IN SHANTIES BY THE SIDES OF ROADS AND THEN A QUARRY PAIR TO FIT ITS SIDES AND CRAWL BETWEEN COMPLAINING ALL THE WHILE IN HORRID HOOTING STANZA THEN CHASE ITSELF DOWN THE HILL AND NEY LIKE BONERGIES THEN PUNCTUAL AS A STAR STOP DOCILE AND OMNIPOTENT AT ITS OWN STABLE DOOR EIGHTEEN THE SHOW THE SHOW IS NOT THE SHOW BUT THEY THAT GO MENAGERIE TO ME MY NEIGHBOUR BE FAIR PLAY BOTH WENT TO SEA NINETEEN DELIGHT BECOMES PICTORIAL WHEN VIEWED THROUGH PAIN MORE FAIR BECAUSE IMPOSSIBLE THAN ANY GAIN THE MOUNTAIN AT A GIVEN DISTANCE IN AMBER LIES APPROACHED THE AMBER FLITS A LITTLE AND THAT'S THE SKIES TWENTY A THOUGHT WENT UP MY MIND TO DAY THAT I HAVE HAD BEFORE BUT DID NOT FINISH SOME WAY BACK I COULD NOT FIX THE YEAR NOR WHERE IT WENT NOR WHY IT CAME THE SECOND TIME TO ME NOR DEFINITELY WHAT IT WAS HAVE I THE ART TO SAY
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