One Life of so much consequence
That I for it would pay
My Soul’s entire income
In ceaseless salary.
One pearl of such proportion
That I would instant dive
Although I knew to take it
Would cost me just a life.
The sea is full—I know it!
That does not blur my gem!
It burns distinct from all the row
Intact in diadem!
Oh, Life is thick—I know it!
Yet not so dense a crowd
But monarchs are perceptible
Far down the dustiest road!
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