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To be young is to dream, and I dreamed no more; / I had smothered my heart as the fighter can: / I toiled, and I looked not behind or before -- / I was stone; but I waked with the heart of a man.
By the soul at her lips, by the light of her eyes, / I dreamed a new dream as the sleeper can, / That the heavenly folly of youth was wise -- / I was stone; but I waked with the heart of a man.
She came like a song, she will go like a star: / I shall tread the hills as the hunter can, / Mine eyes to the hunt, and my soul afar- / I was stone; but I waked with the heart of a man.