“These are the letters which Endymion wrote
To one he loved in secret, and apart.
And now the brawlers of the auction mart
Bargain and bid for each poor blotted note,
Ay! for each separate pulse of passion quote
The merchant’s price.
I think they love not art
Who break the crystal of a poet’s heart
That small and sickly eyes may glare and gloat.”
Bigg Elephant 
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