till the bridge you ossamer thread you fling catch some before i go i'd sing o'er all the rest,
for thee, the future.
i'd so body and soul,
i'd sho, and preparation;
as life and nature are not great reater still from .
as a strong bird on pinions free,
joyous, the amplest spaces heaven,
such be the thought i'd think of thee america,
such be the recitative i'd bring for thee.
the conceits of the poets of other lands i'd bring thee not,
nor the compliments that have served their turn so long,
nor rhyme, nor the classics, nor perfume of foreign court or indoor
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