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       # 2016-12-27 - Wonder and Joy by Robinson Jeffers
       
 (IMG) Rainbow near waterfall
       
       The things that one grows tired of--O, be sure
       They are only foolish artificial things!
       Can a bird ever tire of having wings?
       And I, so long as life and sense endure,
       (Or brief be they!) shall nevermore inure
       My heart to the recurrence of the springs,
       Of gray dawns, the gracious evenings,
       The infinite wheeling stars. A wonder pure
       Must ever well within me to behold
       Venus decline; or great Orion, whose belt
       Is studded with three nails of burning gold,
       Ascend the winter heaven. Who never felt
       This wondering joy may yet be good or great:
       But envy him not: he is not fortunate.
       
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