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This I do, being mad: / Gather baubles about me, / Sit in a circle of toys, and all the time / Death beating the door in.
White jade and an orange pitcher, / Hindu idol, Chinese god,-
Maybe next year, when I'm richer- / Carved beads and a lotus pod.
And all this time / Death beating the door in.