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V
APPENDIX
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THE POET
I
Right upward on the road of fame
With sounding steps the poet came;
Born and nourished in miracles,
His feet were shod with golden bells,
Or where he the soil did peal
As if the dust were glass and steel.
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APPENDIX
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THE POET
I
Right upward on the road of fame
With sounding steps the poet came;
Born and nourished in miracles,
His feet were shod with golden bells,
Or where he the soil did peal
As if the dust were glass and steel.
Emerson - Poems
