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The Luxury to meditate

The Luxury it was

To banquet on thy

Countenance

A Sumptuousness bestows

 

On plainer Days, whose

Table far

As Certainty can see

Is laden with a single

Crumb

The Consciousness of Thee.

The Robin for the Crumb
Returns no syllable
But long records the
Lady′s name
In Silver Chronicle.