The Sage Considers the Plain Things

it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
As common things go, we may yet find
That some beauty was added that we did not know
For we weren't at all looking here below
William Morris, time out of mind
Made fancy things of those sundry and known
Clothes and furniture and others shown
Meanwhile no streetlamp had given him pause
To think of what it might signify
- do we suppose such things are all a lie?
It might seem that it was one of his laws
While Anderson had writ in his fairy-book
The tale of a street lamp whose fortunes took
A turn or two - but did anyone notice
Or think of the ugliness that did invade
As somehow something not man-made
And their ignorance then thus confess
Of the germane amid modernity's pox -
The simple elegance of the cardboard box?

a postscript is here written:
a pass-word:
Chesterton Twelve Types

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