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I gained it so,By climbing slow,By catching at the twigs that growBetween the bliss and me.It hung so high,As well the skyAttempt by strategy.
I said I gained it,—This was all.Look, how I clutch it,Lest it fall,And I a pauper go;Unfitted by an instant’s graceFor the contented beggar’s faceI wore an hour ago.