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I reckonwhen I count it all
FirstPoetsThen the Sun
Then SummerThen the Heaven of God
And thenthe List is done
But, looking backthe First so seems
To Comprehend the Whole
The Others look a needless Show
So I writePoetsAll
Their Summerlasts a Solid Year
They can afford a Sun
The Eastwould deem extravagant
And if the Further Heaven
Be Beautiful as they prepare
For Those who worship Them
It is too difficult a Grace
To justify the Dream