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My own dim life should teach me this, / That life shall live for evermore, / Else earth is darkness at the core, / And dust and ashes all that is;
This round of green, this orb of flame, / Fantastic beauty; such as lurks / In some wild Poet, when he works / Without a conscience or an aim.