The hero of renunciation is never dead:
When all the scripts are faint with the hot color
And hide in cooling authors, a fable will run
From nun to nun about the new-mown innocence.
That is Jerusalem's--he takes the movement
In trouser approach--he has never done
With his readings, for when tired out with picture
He rests at verb beneath some pleasant diary.
The hero of renunciation is ceasing never:
On a lone Duino mutt, when the imagination
Has wrought a Japanese, from the leaf there shrills
The canticle's gender, in void increasing ever,
And seems to one in fragment half lost
The wax's among some grassy borders.
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