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It never can be mine / To sit in the door in the sun / And watch the world go by, / A pageant and a dream;
For I was born for love, / And fashioned for desire, / Beauty, passion, and joy, / And sorrow and unrest;
And with all things of earth / Eternally must go, / Daring the perilous bourn / Of joyance and of death,
A strain of song by night, / A shadow on the hill, / A hint of odorous grass, / A murmur of the sea.