Merops

 What care I, so they stand the same,—
Things of the heavenly mind,—
How long the power to give them fame
Tarries yet behind?

Thus far to-day your favors reach,
O fair, appeasing Presences!
Ye taught my lips a single speech,
And a thousand silences.


Space grants beyond his fated road
No inch to the god of day,
And copious language still bestowed
One word, no more, to say.

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