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1382

In many and reportless places
We feel a Joy—
Reportless, also, but sincere as Nature
Or Deity—

It comes, without a consternation—
Dissolves—the same—
But leaves a sumptuous Destitution—
Without a Name—

Profane it by a search—we cannot
It has no home—
Nor we who having once inhaled it—
Thereafter roam.

Edited by Peter Carter

Added: 2 Apr 2003 | Last Read: 27 May 2012 2:18 PM | Viewed: 5516 times

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