I Let me enjoy the earth no less Because the all-enacting Might That fashioned forth its loveliness Had other aims than my delight. II About my path there flits a Fair, Who throws me not a word or sign; I`ll charm me with her ignoring air, And laud the lips not meant for mine. III From manuscripts of moving song Inspired by scenes and dreams unknown I`ll pour out raptures that belong To others, as they were my own. IV And some day hence, towards Paradise And all its blest — if such should be — I will lift glad, afar-off eyes Though it contain no place for me.SourceThe script ran 0.004 seconds.
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