English poem
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by Edward Carpenter (1844–1929)
Yet all with moderation. We, who came Into the world and learned our lesson flush Ere you were thought of, have the prior claim In law as well as profits. Do not push! As if gold were the very flaming bush. Order! If there’s not room, why, some must wait; First comers first: ’tis just. And I’ll not blush To say I’ve tarried yearlong for a great Opening which now the due rotation brings--though late.