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I. A thousand houses of poesy stand around me everywhere; / They fill the earth and they fill my thought, they are in and above the / air; / But to-night they have shut their doors, they have shut their shining / windows fair, / And I am left in a desert world, with an aching as if of care.
II. Cannot I break some little nut and get at the poetry in it?