For this accepted Breath


For this accepted Breath
Through it compete with Death
The fellow cannot touch this Crown
By it my title take
Ah, what a royal sake
To my necessity stooped down!

No Wilderness can be
Where this attendeth me
No Desert Noon
No fear of frost to come
Haunt the perennial bloom
But Certain June!

Get Gabriel to tell the royal syllable
Get Saints with new unsteady tongue
To say what trance below
Most like their glory show
Fittest the Crown!


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For this accepted Breath