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Pygmalion*
ОглавлениеWhen you possess that which you would refuse
And never have the given-up bemoaned;
Or when you mourn the loss of what you used
To think was yours but hardly ever owned —
All this is vain, if, like Pygmalion,
Spending your days with the adored creation,
You wait to see how light ignites the stone —
But no god can liven your possession.