Forthis

For this -- accepted Breath --

Through it -- compete with Death --

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!

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