IDEAL PASSION
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I bear the lyre, and marry voice and song
Upon the hills, the valley, and the plain,
And in Apollo's bosom have I lain;
Wherefore I, too, unto that band belong,
Whose momentary music echoes long,
And like a brook doth to its stones complain;
I am acquainted with a lover's pain,
And circumstance, and injury, and wrong.
Lo, the felicity I witness of!
Dante and Petrarch all unenvied go
From star to star, upward, all heavens above,
The grave forgot, forgot the eternal woe;
Though glorified, their love was human love,
One unto one: a greater love I know.
