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I cannot view the million suns that rise,
All in a morning, to a million eyes;
I cannot glimpse the billion stars each night,
Redoubled and redoubled, sight on sight,

See all the stars and all the suns alight,
Mirror on mirror, each sun bright on bright,
Galaxy on galaxy, for each of us descries
A universe discrete; then each world dies