The sun was black with judgment, and the moon Blood: but between I saw a man stand, saying: `To me at least The grass is green. `There was no star that I forgot to fear With love and wonder. The birds have loved me`; but no answer came — Only the thunder. Once more the man stood, saying: `A cottage door, Wherethrough I gazed That instant as I turned — yea, I am vile; Yet my eyes blazed. `For I had weighed the mountains in a balance, And the skies in a scale, I come to sell the stars — old lamps for new — Old stars for sale.` Then a calm voice fell all the thunder through, A tone less rough: `Thou hast begun to love one of my works Almost enough.`SourceThe script ran 0.002 seconds.
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