* * * I dwell in Possibility — A fairer House than Prose — More numerous of Windows — Superior — for Doors — Of Chambers as the Cedars — Impregnable of Eye — And for an Everlasting Roof The Gambrels of the Sky — Of Visitors — the fairest — For Occupation — This — The spreading wide my narrow Hands To gather Paradise. |
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