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Ideals are like the stars, / Always above our reach.
Humbly I tried to learn, / More humbly did I teach.
On all honest virtues / I sought to keep firm hold.
I wanted to be a good man / Though I pinched my soul.
But now I lie beneath cool loam / Forgetting every dream;
And in this narrow bed of earth / No lights gleam.
In this narrow bed of earth / Star-dust never scatters, / And I tremble lest the darkness teach / Me that nothing matters.