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72
NEVERTHELESS
Ah me! I thought that life had been more sweet,
More radiant, more triumphant; I had thought
Some harbourage were here for minds distraught,
Some hope fulfilled, some goal for patient feet;
More radiant, more triumphant; I had thought
Some harbourage were here for minds distraught,
Some hope fulfilled, some goal for patient feet;
Yet, in my tempered grief, my bitterness
That halts upon the threshold of despair,
I too have dreams of somewhat far and fair;
What others prate and preach, I softly guess.
That halts upon the threshold of despair,
I too have dreams of somewhat far and fair;
What others prate and preach, I softly guess.
As one, who walks at dusk, in sordid care
Enwrapt, through ancient streets and gateways grim,
Is smit with sudden wonder as he sees
The minster lights strike through the misty air,
To find them hang so high among the trees,
And show so subtly fair, so gorgeous-dim.
Enwrapt, through ancient streets and gateways grim,
Is smit with sudden wonder as he sees
The minster lights strike through the misty air,
To find them hang so high among the trees,
And show so subtly fair, so gorgeous-dim.
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