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He stood alone on Fame's high mountain top, / His hands at rest, his forehead bound with bay; / And yet he watched with eyes unsatisfied / The downward winding way.
The great procession of the stars went by / Far overhead, beyond the mountain's rim, / But the unconquered worlds of time and space, / As nothing were to him.