THE POET

You Hour! From me you ever take your flight,

Your swift wings wound me as they whir along;

Without you void would be my day and night,

Without you I'll not capture my great song.

I have no earthly spot where I can live,

I have no love, I have no household fane,

And all the things to which myself I give

Impoverish me with richness they attain.

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