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These are the patient laureates Whose voices, trained below, Ascend in ceaseless carol, Inaudible, indeed, To us, the duller scholars Of the mysterious bard! THESE ARE THE PATIENT LAUREATES WHOSE VOICES TRAINED BELOW ASCEND IN CEASELESS CAROL INAUDIBLE INDEED TO US THE DULLER SCHOLARS OF THE MYSTERIOUS BARD
 the wealth I could not hope to own. I did not know the ample bread, 'T was so unlike the crumb The birds and I had often shared In Nature's dining-room. The plenty hurt me, 't was so new, -- Myself felt ill and odd, As berry of a mountain bush Transplanted to the road. Nor was I hungry; so I found That hunger was a way Of persons outside windows, The entering takes away. LI. I gained it so, By climbing slow, By catching at the twigs that grow Between the bliss and me. It hung so high, As well the sky Attempt by strategy. I said I gained it, -- This was all. Look, how I clutch it, Lest it fall, And I a pauper go; Unfitted by an instant's grace For the contented beggar's face I wore an hour ago. LII. To learn the transport by the pain, As blind men learn the sun; To die of thirst, suspecting That brooks in meadows run; To stay the homesick, homesick feet Upon a foreign shore Haunted by native lands, the while, And blue, beloved air -- This is the sovereign anguish, This, the signal woe! HUNGRY LONE I LOOKED IN WINDOWS FOR THE WEALTH I COULD NOT HOPE TO OWN I DID NOT KNOW THE AMPLE BREAD TWAS SO UNLIKE THE CRUMB THE BIRDS AND I HAD OFTEN SHARED IN NATURE'S DINING ROOM THE PLENTY HURT ME TWAS SO NEW MYSELF FELT ILL AND AWED AS BERRY OF A MOUNTAIN BUSH TRANSPLANTED TO THE ROAD NOR WAS I HUNGRY SO I FOUND THAT HUNGER WAS AWAY OF PERSONS OUTSIDE WINDOWS THE ENTERING TAKES AWAY FIFTY ONE I GAINED IT SO BY CLIMBING SLOW BY CATCHING AT THE TWIGS THAT GROW BETWEEN THE BLISS AND ME IT HUNG SO HIGH AS WELL THE SKY ATTEMPT BY STRATEGY I SAID I GAINED IT THIS WAS ALL LOOK HOW I CLUTCH IT LEST IT FALL AND I A PAUPER GO UNFITTED BY AN INSTANT'S GRACE FOR THE CONTENTED BEGGAR'S FACE I WORE AN HOUR AGO FIFTY TWO TO LEARN THE TRANSPORT BY THE PAIN AS BLIND MEN LEARN THE SUN TO DIE OF THIRST SUSPECTING THAT BROOKS IN MEADOWS RUN TO STAY THE HOMESICK HOMESICK FEET UPON A FOREIGN SHORE HAUNTED BY NATIVE LANDS THE WHILE AND BLUE BELOVED AIR THIS IS THE SOVEREIGN ANGUISH THIS THE SIGNAL WOE
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