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Once More, the Round

What's greater, Pebble or Pond?  
What can be known? The Unknown.  
My true self runs toward a Hill  
More! O More! visible.  
 
Now I adore my life  
With the Bird, the abiding Leaf,  
With the Fish, the questing Snail,  
And the Eye altering All;  
And I dance with William Blake  
For love, for Love's sake;  
 
And everything comes to One,  
As we dance on, dance on, dance on.  

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