Seven's Green
And if somehow, through fault of heaven,
I was green and you were seven,
if the hour kept us such,
no, it could not matter much,
for both of us in knowing things,
would each jump forth, and sprouting wings,
traverse cross ever greater heights,
hailing cousin of wisdom, ecstatic light,
and making peace in such a home,
might join hands,
might forever roam.
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