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/ As one, who, journeying westward with the sun, / Beholds at length from the up-towering hills, / Far-off, a land unspeakable beauty fills, / Circean peaks and vales of Avalon: / And, sinking weary, watches, one by one, / The big seas beat between; and knows it skills / No more to try; that now, as Heaven wills, / This is the helpless end, that all is done: / So 'tis with him, whom long a vision led / In quest of Beauty; and who finds at last / She lies beyond his effort; all the waves / Of all the world between them: while the dead, / The myriad dead, who people all the past / With failure, hail him from forgotten graves.