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<h3>XXIV</h3>
<h3><i>The Philosopher</i></h3>
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<span class="i0">The grim immensities are mine,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">The sunlight on the brook is theirs;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">I drink the lees of bitter wine,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Fate grants a gift to all their prayers.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">I stammer, all afire to tell<br/></span>
<span class="i2">The thoughts that urge for life like pain;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">For them words brim the shallow well<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Like easy drops of summer rain.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">And which, ah, Heaven, which is best—<br/></span>
<span class="i2">The little lute for every mood,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Or, shrinking coldly from life’s test,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">The heights and depths of solitude?<br/></span></div>
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