It’s such a common glory,
A fisherman’s degree!
Redemption, brittle lady,
Be so, ashamed of thee.
A fisherman’s degree!
Redemption, brittle lady,
Be so, ashamed of thee.
CXXXI
WHO never wanted,—maddest joy
Remains to him unknown;
The banquet of abstemiousness
Surpasses that of wine.
Remains to him unknown;
The banquet of abstemiousness
Surpasses that of wine.
Within its hope, though yet ungrasped
Desire’s perfect goal,
No nearer, lest reality
Should disenthrall thy soul.
Desire’s perfect goal,
No nearer, lest reality
Should disenthrall thy soul.
CXXXII
IT might be easier
To fail with land in sight,
Than gain my blue peninsula
To perish of delight.
To fail with land in sight,
Than gain my blue peninsula
To perish of delight.
CXXXIII
YOU cannot put a fire out;
A thing that can ignite
Can go, itself, without a fan
Upon the slowest night.
A thing that can ignite
Can go, itself, without a fan
Upon the slowest night.
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