LIFE
LXXVII
I GAINED it so, By climbing slow,By catching at the twigs that growBetween 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 graceFor the contented beggar’s faceI wore an hour ago.
LXXVIII
TO learn the transport by the pain,As blind men learn the sun;To die of thirst, suspectingThat brooks in meadows run;
To stay the homesick, homesick feetUpon a foreign shoreHaunted by native lands, the while,And blue, beloved air—
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