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Wanting is--what? Summer redundant, Blueness abundant, --Where is the spot? Beamy the world, yet a blank all the same, {5} --Framework which waits for a picture to frame: What of the leafage, what of the flower? Roses embowering with nought they embower! Come then, complete incompletion, O Comer, Pant through the blueness, perfect the summer! {10} Breathe but one breath Rose-beauty above, And all that was death Grows life, grows love, Grows love! {15}