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   {
    "text": "The glory of the beauty of the morning⁠—",
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   {
    "text": "The cuckoo crying over the untouched dew;",
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   {
    "text": "The blackbird that has found it, and the dove",
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   },
   {
    "text": "That tempts me on to something sweeter than love;",
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   {
    "text": "White clouds ranged even and fair as new-mown hay;",
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   {
    "text": "The heat, the stir, the sublime vacancy",
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   {
    "text": "Of sky and meadow and forest and my own heart:⁠—",
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   {
    "text": "The glory invites me, yet it leaves me scorning",
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   },
   {
    "text": "All I can ever do, all I can be,",
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   {
    "text": "Beside the lovely of motion, shape, and hue,",
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   {
    "text": "The happiness I fancy fit to dwell",
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   {
    "text": "In beauty’s presence. Shall I now this day",
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   {
    "text": "Begin to seek as far as heaven, as hell,",
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    "text": "Wisdom or strength to match this beauty, start",
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    "text": "And tread the pale dust pitted with small dark drops,",
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   {
    "text": "In hope to find whatever it is I seek,",
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   {
    "text": "Hearkening to short-lived happy-seeming things",
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   {
    "text": "That we know naught of, in the hazel copse?",
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   {
    "text": "Or must I be content with discontent",
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   {
    "text": "As larks and swallows are perhaps with wings?",
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   {
    "text": "And shall I ask at the day’s end once more",
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    "text": "What beauty is, and what I can have meant",
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   {
    "text": "By happiness? And shall I let all go,",
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    "text": "Glad, weary, or both? Or shall I perhaps know",
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   {
    "text": "That I was happy oft and oft before,",
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   {
    "text": "Awhile forgetting how I am fast pent,",
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   {
    "text": "How dreary-swift, with naught to travel to,",
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   {
    "text": "Is Time? I cannot bite the day to the core.",
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