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How should I speak naïveté

In sight of you and not go down

Before the wall and all remove

And slightly worsen in the sound,

As you of all things sunder from

Subtle sense, that stability,

In its broken costume, whereof

The deadened colours amplify?

No gesture yet to conjure up—

Haul out, my cherished fires! Befard

The wholesome panther in his first

Uniform, show there loveliness

And the dolent Schande bloom

In great salt washes from his heart.

An instant bears its weight forth : so,

Hold there the sentence in its place.

I am in every ambulance

Carried, that would restore me out.

O now hollow memory, rest ;

Allow the animal its tristesse.