High Falcon & Other Poems/Many Mansions

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MANY MANSIONS
The last majority attained,And shut from its small house of dust,Into the heritage of airThe spirit goes because it must:And halts before the multiple planeTo look more ways than left and right,And weeping walks its father's houseLike something homeless in the night:For now less largely let abroad,Though but the world they say is mine,I shiver as I take the road.
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