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2.
"Soft!" I'd say, "Soul mine!
 Three-score and ten years,
Let the blind mole mine
 Digging out deniers!
Let the dazed hawk soar,
 Claim the sun's rights too!
Turf 't is thy walk's o'er,
 Foliage thy flight's to."

3.
Only a learner,
 Quick one or slow one,
Just a discerner,
 I would teach no one.