XXXV. Disenchantment.


IT dropped so low in my regard
        I heard it hit the ground,
And go to pieces on the stones
        At bottom of my mind;

Yet blamed the fate that fractured, less
        Than I reviled myself
For entertaining plated wares
        Upon my silver shelf.



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