Your honor lacked its noblest crown;
It were like a deserted fane,
With none to worship and fall down.
Ye say that I should learn to act,
Not waste myself in sighs;
Should learn to govern and control
The thoughts that in me rise;
Should train myself for real life,
The life of serious men;
Be practical and not aspire
To thoughts beyond our ken.
Alas! Ye know not that to me
Life is a grasp at ecstasy;
A loosening hold, a broken wing
'Twixt earth and heaven fluttering.
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