A Coat
| I made my song a coat |
| Covered with embroideries |
| Out of old mythologies |
| From heel to throat; |
| But the fools caught it, |
| Wore it in the world’s eyes |
| As though they’d wrought it. |
| Song, let them take it, |
| For there’s more enterprise |
| In walking naked. |
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