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I gained it so, / By climbing slow, / By catching at the twigs that grow / Between the bliss and me.
It hung so high, / As well the sky / Attempt by strategy.
I said I gained it, -- / This was all.
Look, how I clutch it, / Lest it fall, / And I a pauper go; / Unfitted by an instant's grace / For the contented beggar's face / I wore an hour ago.