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My verses would fly, sweet weaklings,
To your beautiful garden world,
If only my verses had wings,
Wings like a bird.

And they would fly, like leaping flames,
To your laughing heaped hearth-coal,
If only my verses had wings,
Wings like the soul.

They’d near you, as pure faithful things,
Drop night and day quick from above,
If only my verses had wings,
Wings like love.

Paris, March 18…