With Each Discovery
"O those!" Simply do sigh the old
And sense-dulled, among us.
Of wonder a revelation
We newly come upon.
To be bottled, placed in a book
Tadpole; dry pressed flower.
"Earth things". But whose worth's magic
Is, boy, girl-eyed cosmic!
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