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Take, o, rage within the chest

Full fathom three gold wealth lies

Rich and strange, a beauty’s best

Flesh will pass, coin never dies

For gold long all,

Toward it throng all,

Is it wrong? Silent all?

Shall it be blest, my bone chest

Blood bursting breast,

Dance all! Dance at the golden

hoard!

What’s valueable, what’s true

Blood in vain, in brain, in circulation

The feel of dew, its chthonic hue

Square of the circle fascination

For gold long all,

Toward it throng all,

Is it wrong? Silent all?

Shall it be blest, my bone chest

Blood bursting breast,

Dance all! Dance at the golden

hoard!

For gold long all,

Toward it throng all,

Is it wrong? Silent all?

Shall it be blest, my bone chest

Blood bursting breast,

Dance all! Dance at the golden

hoard!