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Lonely and sad Pygmalion left his work
To pace the solitary strand, where wave
Incessantly repeating wave soothed him
With movement in monotony. The shriek
Of wild sea-fowl passing athwart the blue
Cried of some unborn sorrow yet to rise
And pierce his life with helpless agony.
To pace the solitary strand, where wave
Incessantly repeating wave soothed him
With movement in monotony. The shriek
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Cried of some unborn sorrow yet to rise
And pierce his life with helpless agony.
How came it Gods made mortal future dark,
Unshielded, blind against the ills to come?
We know our aspirations: who can tell
If ever one will have the wings to fly
And reach attainment in the living day!
Unshielded, blind against the ills to come?
We know our aspirations: who can tell
If ever one will have the wings to fly
And reach attainment in the living day!
We grope, and dream of light, as moths are heard
Tapping and scraping in the chrysalis
To gain the outer air. And gained, what then?
Tapping and scraping in the chrysalis
To gain the outer air. And gained, what then?
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