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LONGING!
We who walk the common pathway
Of this lower world of ours,
Sometimes live in double seeming,
   Plucking thorns and flowers.

Sometimes know a dual being,—
Moments full of passion gleam,
When the hurrying crowd beside us
   Fades as in a dream;

And the slumbering soul within us
Wakes to an unwonted glow,
Thrilling as the springtime blossoms
   Under winter's snow.

Though they call us prince or peasant,
Silken robed or hodden gray,
Equal stand we in the presence
   Of that inner day.

And we rise in might triumphant,
Burning with a high desire,