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Spring larch should set the body shaking
In masterless pleasure,
But virtue lies in a square making—
The making pleasure.
True, the poet's true place is in that high wood,
And his gaze on it,
But work has a bent, and some grey sort of good.
Worship, or a sonnet?
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