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Not as the eye hath seen, shall we behold / Romance and beauty, when we've passed away; / That robed the dull facts of the intimate day / In life's wild raiment of unusual gold: / Not as the ear hath heard, shall we be told, / Hereafter, myth and legend once that lay / Warm at the heart of Nature, clothing clay / In attribute of no material mold. / These were imperfect of necessity, / That wrought thro' imperfection for far ends / Of perfectness -- As calm philosophy, / Teaching a child, from his high heav'n descends / To Earth's familiar things; informingly / Vesting his thoughts with that it comprehends.