Climb, claim your shelf-room, far Packed from inquisitive moon And cold contagious stars.
Lean out, but look no longer, No further, than to stir Night with extended finger.
Now fill the box with light, Flood full the shining block, Masonry against night.
Let window, curtain, blind Soft-sieve and sift and shred The impertinence of sound.
Now draw the silence up, A blanket round your ears; Lay darkness close and sure, Inverted cup to cup On your acquiescent eyes: Dismissing body's last outposted spies.
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