Let the world of glory-seekers go

with wealth and want ungratified,

or find their treasure like a dearest beau

in colored chaos under rainbows wide.

I’ll be glad on islands, owing One.

Oh, bring me sunset in a cup,

the same I’ve had before.

Tip o’er my soul and fill it up

and let the glory wash away the sore.

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