To learn the Transport by the Pain
As Blind Men learn the sun!
To die of thirst -- suspecting
That Brooks¹ in Meadows run!

To stay the homesick -- homesick feet
Upon a foreign shore --
Haunted by native lands, the while --
And blue -- beloved air!

This is the Sovereign Anguish²!
This -- the signal woe³!
These are the patient "Laureates"
Whose voices -- trained -- below --

Ascend in ceaseless Carol --
Inaudible, indeed,
To us -- the duller scholars
Of the Mysterious Bard⁴!

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