Attempt it Till You Faint Away

If poets paid were for the job we do
It’s recompensed we’d be to dreamy be
All that is most unobvious to you
We would be paid to surely, clearly see

And then be able to describe it to
Someone such as yourself, who never may
Come close to being able so to do
Though you attempt it till you faint away

Observe that I do not disparage you
Who are unable to see the unseen
Perhaps a bit more tolerance from you
For what I overlook there may have been

At times, intently gazing inwardly
What’s obvious to you I failed to see

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