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… And you, O most of all

… And you, O most of all

I hate, whose wisdom is

But to be cynical, -

The knave's analysis.

You who have never known

The heart set wild with a word,

Or seen the swallows blown

Northward when spring has stirred

The wing's rebellion.

I wonder if you found,

Beaten with wind and sun,

A swallow on the ground,

Would even a moment's thought

Trouble you with a fleet

Pain,that such daring brought

Such passionate defeat.