The Fatal Scrutiny
The beasts in field are glad, and have not wit
To know why leapt their hearts when spring-time shone.
Man looks at his own bliss, considers it,
Weighs, tests it; and 'tis gone.
To know why leapt their hearts when spring-time shone.
Man looks at his own bliss, considers it,
Weighs, tests it; and 'tis gone.
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