To learn the transport by the pain,As blind men learn the sun;To die of thirst, suspectingThat brooks in meadows run; To stay the homesick, homesick feetUpon a foreign shoreHaunted by native lands, the while,And blue, beloved air – This is the sovereign anguish,This, the signal woe!These are the patient laureatesWhose voices, trained below, Ascend in [...]
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