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V. I found the phrase to every thought I ever had, but one; And that defies me,    as a hand Did try to chalk the sun To races nurtured in the dark;    How would your own begin? Can blaze be done in cochineal, Or noon in mazarin? FIVE I FOUND THE PHRASE TO EVERY THOUGHT I EVER HAD BUT ONE AND THAT DEFIES ME AS A HAND DID TRY TO CHALK THE SUN TO RACES NURTURED IN THE DARK HOW WOULD YOUR OWN BEGIN CAN BLAZE BE DONE IN COCOANIEL OR NOON IN MAZARIN
 hug the tardy glass; The lips I would have cooled, alas! Are so superfluous cold, I would as soon attempt to warm The bosoms where the frost has lain Ages beneath the mould. Some other thirsty there may be To whom this would have pointed me Had it remained to speak. And so I always bear the cup If, haply, mine may be the drop Some pilgrim thirst to slake, -- If, haply, any say to me, "Unto the little, unto me," When I at last awake. III. The nearest dream recedes, unrealized. The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race; Stoops to an easy clover -- Dips -- evades -- teases -- deploys; Then to the royal clouds Lifts his light pinnace Heedless of the boy Staring, bewildered, at the mocking sky. Homesick for steadfast honey, Ah! the bee flies not That brews that rare variety. IV. We play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool. The shapes, though, were similar, And our new hands Learned gem-tactics Practising sands. EYES AWAY AND COME NEXT HOUR TO LOOK THE HANDS STILL HUG THE TARDY GLASS THE LIPS I WOULD HAVE COOLED ALAS ARE SO SUPERFLUOUS COLD I WOULD AS SOON ATTEMPT TO WARM THE BOSOMS WHERE THE FROST HAS LAIN AGES BENEATH THE MOULD SOME OTHER THIRSTY THERE MAY BE TO WHOM THIS WOULD HAVE POINTED ME HAD IT REMAINED TO SPEAK AND SO I ALWAYS BEAR THE CUP IF HAPLY MINE MAY BE THE DROP SOME PILGRIM THIRST TO SLAKE IF HAPLY ANY SAY TO ME UNTO THE LITTLE UNTO ME WHEN I AT LAST AWAKE THE NEAREST DREAM RECEDES UNREALISED THE HEAVEN WE CHASE LIKE THE JUNE BEE BEFORE THE SCHOOL BOY INVITES THE RACE STOOPS TO AN EASY CLOVER DIPS EVADES TEASES DEPLOYS THEN TO THE ROYAL CLOUDS LIFTS HIS LIGHT PINNACE HEEDLESS OF THE BOY STARING BEWILDERED AT THE MOCKING SKY HOMESICK FOR STEADFAST HONEY AH THE BEE FLIES NOT THAT BREWS THAT RARE VARIETY FOUR WE PLAY AT PASTE TILL QUALIFIED FOR PEARL THEN DROP THE PASTE AND DEEM OURSELVES A FOOL THE SHAPES THOUGH WERE SIMILAR AND OUR NEW HANDS LEARNED GEM TACTICS PRACTISING SANDS
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