Wonder and Joy

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The Heart of a Woman
And The Stars
I Want to Die While You Love Me
The Suppliant
Welt
Youth
Eucalyptus Trees
When I Behold the Greatest
Wonder and Joy
Doubt
Her Eyes
A Last Prayer
September
Tides
Aeglamour's Soliloquy
The Hour-Glass
How He Saw Her
Hymn to Cynthia
Hymn to the Belly
On Lucy, Countess of Bedford
Brooks Shoes
Chaco Sandals
Chippewa Boots
Circa Shoes
Klocki Lego Technic
Klocki LEGO StarWars
Klocki LEGO CITY


The things that one grows tired of--O, be sure
They are only foolish artificial things!
Can a bird ever tire of having wings?
And I, so long as life and sense endure,
(Or brief be they!) shall nevermore inure
My heart to the recurrence of the springs,
Of the gray dawns, the gracious evenings,
The infinite wheeling stars. A wonder pure
Must ever well within me to behold
Venus decline; or great Orion, whose belt
Is studded with three nails of burning gold,
Ascend the winter heaven. Who never felt

This wondering joy may yet be good or great:
But envy him not: he is not fortunate.