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n idle poet, here and there,Looks round him; but, for all the rest,The world, unfathomably fair,Is duller than a witling’s jest.Love wakes men, once a lifetime each;They lift their heavy lids, and look;And, lo, what one sweet page can teach,They read with joy, then shut the book.And some give thanks, and some blaspheme,And most forget; but, either way,That and the Child’s unheeded dreamIs all the light of all their day.
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