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Hear hear how the birds chirp how the lyre suddenly sang the Poet Seer from a high rock unfolded his chant and verse and song how the Dawn herself sang sang in her happiness: see, see, see hear, hear, hear it is things to see it is things you hear well these are things, the things of poesy hear hear the song hear the verse love love without song without Poer Seer and the things he sings what be love? hear my Monsignor, move away, come out from your palace of power and glory from the warmth of your wealth and be as of one story with earth, with all it has hear My Monsignor, move away, come out On the Deccan plain amidst the dank damp lay strewn a million sybils to each attached a rose a million roses: this sight? this and others like be love, be verse, be song. hear hear how the birds chirp how the lyre suddenly sang the Poet Seer from a high rock unfolded his chant and verse and song how the Dawn herself sang sang in her happiness: see, see, see hear, hear, hear it is things to see it is things you hear well these are things, the things of poesy hear hear the song hear the verse