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Its power from loving and from suffering, They are the banished of another sphere: For the Almighty goodness might not frame All for a few—th' elect or the proscribed. Why spoke the ancients with such awe of Fate? What had this terrible Fate to do with them, The common and the quiet, who pursue The seasons, and do follow timidly The beaten track of ordinary life? But she, the priestess of the oracle, Shook with the presence of a cruel power. I know not what the involuntary force That plunges Genius into misery. Genius doth catch that music of the spheres Which mortal ear was never meant to know; Genius can penetrate the mysteries Of feeling all unknown to other hearts;– A Power hath entered in his inmost soul, Whose presence he may not contain."*