sat, a solitary man,In a crowded London shop,An open book empty cupOn — W.B. Yeats, Winding Stair Poems

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I sat, a solitary man,In a crowded London shop,An open book and empty cupOn the marble table-top.While on the shop and street I gazedMy body of a sudden blazed;And twenty minutes more or lessIt seemed, so great my happiness,That I was blessed and could bless.

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