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First Line: Fists in torn pockets I departed
Last Line: One foot against my heart.

Fists in torn pockets I departed.
My overcoat grew ideal too.
I walked, your knight, O Muse,
And dreamed, O my! what glorious loves.

My only trousers had a hole.
Little Tom Thumb, I dropped my dreaming rhymes.
My lodging was the Great Bear Inn,
And in the sky my stars were rustling.

I listened, seated by the road-
In soft September-where the dew
Was wine of vigor on my face;

And in weird shadows rhyming, plucked like lyres,
The laces of my martyred shoes,
One foot against my heart.

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