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[Yes, sometimes to the sorrow-stricken]
Yes, sometimes to the sorrow-strickenShall his own sorrow seem impertinent,
A thing that takes no more root in the world
Than doth the traveller's shadow on the rock.
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Shall his own sorrow seem impertinent,
A thing that takes no more root in the world
Than doth the traveller's shadow on the rock.