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THE IDEAL
Sorrow for him who evermore hath strivenTo shape the perfect vision of his soul;
For gazing up into the face of heaven
The falling snow seems foul.
| The Vale of Arden and Other Poems | |
To shape the perfect vision of his soul;
For gazing up into the face of heaven
The falling snow seems foul.