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The Mansion of the Mind
I am lost in halls and terraces
Of mind which builds and then destroys its villas;
Which tends unto its gardens and odd blisses,
Its lawns bestrewn with lavenders, perillas,
Sweet nutmeg, trees of citron, orange, lime—
Its columns climbed by ivy, bright with vines
Of marble hewn and crevassèd by time,
Between which wind flows, scented with woodbines
That beckons to behold its vistas grand.
Its majesty which I can scarcely stand;
Its convoluted statuettes and shelves,
Its hourglasses trickling dun sand,
Its portraits of the many, many selves
Who have lived between its walls:
As it rises, so it falls—
The mansion filled with hallways of the mind.
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