What is just?
It differ
From one to
Another.
In shapes,
In gesture,
It all reflect
To prove color.
Whatsoever,
It is shiner
With honor
No matter
How superior
Or inferior.
O poet,
O conjurer,
Connect it
To all with love
And to one another.
Difference is
Not there
In kind,
But find it
As never
And as ever.
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