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Desert-Orbs

The world, they tell us, dwindles,
When matched with other spheres;
And yet in all their amplitudes
No place for human tears.


How sterile is the sunshine,
How masculine the blue,
That breeds no shadow, nor betrays
A memory of dew!

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