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Art thou pale for weariness / Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, / Wandering companionless / Among the stars that have a different birth,- / And ever changing, like a joyless eye / That finds no object worth its constancy?
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Thou chosen sister of the Spirit, / That grazes on thee till in thee it pities...