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For this – accepted Breath –

Through it – compete with Death –

The fellow cannot touch this Crown –

By it – my title take –

Ah, what a royal sake

To my necessity – stooped down!

No Wilderness – can be

Where this attendeth me –

No Desert Noon –

No fear of frost to come

Haunt the perennial bloom –

But Certain June!

Get Gabriel – to tell – the royal syllable –

Get Saints – with new – unsteady tongue –

To say what trance below

Most like their glory show –

Fittest the Crown!

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