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I CAN see the towers / In mind quite clear / Not many hours' / Faring from here; / But how up and go, / And briskly bear / Thither, and know / That are not there?
Though the birds sing small, / And apple and pear / On your trees by the wall / Are ripe and rare, / Though none excel them, / I have no care / To taste them or smell them / And you not there.