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Teddy bears

When we have set all this aside—
name, reputation, history—
it will not be for us to slide
into dull uniformity. 

Heaven will not level down. 
These things that we identify
as most emphatically our own
have less to do with you and me 

than we can here imagine. They
stand to life as a cartoon,
mere toys of personality.
We shall forget them quite as soon 

as a small child who suddenly
puts aside his teddy bears
and runs, quite unselfconsciously,
to greet his father on the stairs.