I vex my heart with fancies dim:
      He still outstript me in the race;
      It was but unity of place
That made me dream I rank'd with him.

And so may Place retain us still,
      And he the much-beloved again,
      A lord of large experience, train
To riper growth the mind and will:

And what delights can equal those
      That stir the spirit's inner deeps,
      When one that loves but knows not, reaps
A truth from one that loves and knows?


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