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To learn the Transport by the Pain As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst -- suspecting That Brooks in Meadows run! To stay the homesick -- homesick feet Upon a foreign shore -- Haunted by native lands, the while -- And blue -- beloved air! This is the Sovereign Anguish! This -- the signal woe! These are the patient Laureates Whose voices -- trained -- below -- Ascend in ceaseless Carol -- Inaudible, indeed, To us -- the duller scholars Of the Mysterious Bard! | 
