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To learn the transport by the pain, / As blind men learn the sun; / To die of thirst, suspecting / That brooks 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 anguish, / This, the signal woe!
These are the patient laureates / Whose voices, trained below,
Ascend in ceaseless carol, / Inaudible, indeed, / To us, the duller scholars / Of the mysterious bard!