“You don’t understand it,” said he, interrupting

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Mere dreams, mere dreams! Yet Homer had not Sung

“You don’t understand it,” said he, interrupting

Had he not found it certain beyond dreams

“You don’t understand it,” said he, interrupting

That out of life's own self-delight had sprung

“You don’t understand it,” said he, interrupting

The abounding glittering jet; though now it seems

As if some marvellous empty sea-shell flung

Out of the obscure dark of the rich streams,

And not a fountain, were the symbol which

Shadows the inherited glory of the rich.



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