| [Open not, o Muse] |
| Open not, o Muse, the Pyrenean spring Pure waters, rein back the impatient team, Excitement brought not Pha�ton esteem Nor held aloft Icarus� soaring wings. Yet all at once, knowledge of ev�rything Opens hope, as though mere facts held the seam Utterly of import to ev�ry scheme: Release the cup, step back from the Ring. Enough that awareness discomfort bring Yet without its don in a changing stream; Enough that the words emerge into light So oft conceal�d, so often in plain sight. |
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