I'm still here trying to figure out
How the ample sunlight is a kind
Of thinking up of the world
A mind full of eager ideas
And penetrating meditations
How it feels its way along
Researching through the night
Coming up with yet another
Clear theory of the morning
Filling in and painting out
Pyramidal cities and mountain paths
Until there is nothing it hasn't
Thought of considered touched
No creature it hasn't come to love
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