O Then, weary then why should we tread? O why are we so
haggard at the heart, so care-coiled, care-killed, so fagged,
so fashed, so cogged, so cumbered,

When the thing we freely forfeit is kept with fonder a care,
Fonder a care kept than we could have kept it, kept
Far with fonder a care (and we, we should have lost it) finer,
A care kept. - Where kept? Do but tell us where kept,
where. -
Yonder. - What high is that! We follow, now we follow. -
Yonder, yes yonder, yonder,

- G. M. Hopkings, The Golden Echo

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