When you dine, burn, cheat there,
do uneven you sleep there?
The punishment of seeing you,
my invention,
seeing me forget -
after we have made a glass bound with chalk!
Who prepared it?
Come, vessel, you fail.
You are no invention.
And summer, have you troubled
any recollection of your country?
I can move still, and sparkling say it:
a flower is fast as a dream.
You know something already;
when I shut my garden eyes,
I seem to see it.
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