To learn the Transport by the Pain

As Blind Men learn the sun!

To die of thirst -- suspecting

That Brooks in Meadows run!

To stay the homesick -- homesick feet

Upon a foreign shore --

Haunted by native lands, the while --

And blue -- beloved air!

This is the Sovereign Anguish!

This -- the signal woe!

These are the patient Laureates

Whose voices -- trained -- below --

Ascend in ceaseless Carol --

Inaudible, indeed,

To us -- the duller scholars

Of the Mysterious Bard!