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EAGLE SONNETS: 2, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: I cannot know that other men exist
Last Line: It is one's self, and knows no further range.


I cannot know that other men exist:
It is but a belief, obscurely guessed.
Within the mirror, brain, they move in mist;
A wall of air holds back the friendliest breast.
To me they are. . . . And so to me the vision
My fancy builds this moment in the air,
Food for a clearer glance's high derision,
Food for a thoughtful hour's thin despair.
For knowledge is from skill of inward seeing,
Not bred of eye, or ear, or touch, alone:
It is the younger, truer name of being,
No gossip spread by careless flesh and bone;
And though from seed to fruit to seed it change,
It is one's self, and knows no further range.





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