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FULFILMENT.
He who can sing a song more sweet
Than skylarks learn in finest air,
Hears subtler music at his feet
Hum in the grass—at his despair.

He who has found a sudden star,
With new, quick halos for his head,
Sighs for some brighter one afar,
That sits for ever veiled, instead.

He who has dared, though half-afraid,
To make such beauty of the stone
As God from dust has never made,
At last looks on it with a moan.

And she who wears such threads of lace
As fairies might from moonshine spin,
Will find, if any flower she trace,
The loveliest leaf was not put in.