I believe in the increasing of life: whatever
Leads to the seeing of small trifles,
Real, beautiful, is good and an act never
Is worthier than in freeing spirit that stifles
Under ingratitude’s weight, nor is anything done
Wiselier than the moving or breaking to sight
Of a thing hidden under by custom – revealed,
Fulfilled, used (sound-fashioned) any way out to delight.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Trefoil . . . . hedge sparrow . . . . the stars on the edge at night.
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