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Oh why is heaven built so far, / Oh why is earth set so remote? / I cannot reach the nearest star / That hangs afloat.
I would not care to reach the moon, / One round monotonous of change; / Yet even she repeats her tune / Beyond my range.
I never watch the scattered fire / Of stars, or sun's far-trailing train, / But all my heart is one desire, / And all in vain:
For I am bound with fleshly bands, / Joy, beauty, lie beyond my scope; / I strain my heart, I stretch my hands, / And catch at hope.