<h3 id="Cosmos">Cosmos</h3>
<p>THE tiny thing of painted gauze that flutters in the sun<br/>
And sinks upon the breast of night with all its living done;</p>
<p>The unconsidered seed that from the garden blows away,<br/>
Blooming its little time to bloom in one short summer day;</p>
<p>The leaf the idle wind shakes down in autumn from the tree,<br/>
The grasshopper who for an hour makes gayest minstrelsy—</p>
<p>These—and this restless soul of mine—are one with flaming spheres<br/>
And cold, dead moons whose ghostly fires haunt unremembered years.</p>
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