| THERE is a dish to hold the sea, | |
| A brazier to contain the sun, | |
| A compass for the galaxy, | |
| A voice to wake the dead and done! | |
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| That minister of ministers, | 5 |
| Imagination, gathers up | |
| The undiscovered Universe, | |
| Like jewels in a jasper cup. | |
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| Its flame can mingle north and south; | |
| Its accent with the thunder strive; | 10 |
| The ruddy sentence of its mouth | |
| Can make the ancient dead alive. | |
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| The mart of power, the fount of will, | |
| The form and mould of every star, | |
| The source and bound of good and ill, | 15 |
| The key of all the things that are, | |
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| Imagination, new and strange | |
| In every age, can turn the year; | |
| Can shift the poles and lightly change | |
| The mood of men, the world's career. | 20 |