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For this — accepted Breath
Through it — compete with d**h
The fellow cannot touch this Crown
By it — my title take
Ah, what a royal sake
To my necessity — stooped down!
No Wilderness — can be
Where this attendeth me
No Desert Noon
No fear of frost to come
Haunt the perennial bloom
But Certain June!
Get Gabriel — to tell — the royal syllable
Get Saints — with new — unsteady tongue
To say what trance below
Most like their glory show
Fittest the Crown!