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 The calm, the smouldering, and the flame Of awful patience were his own: With him they are forever flown Past all our fond self-shadowings, Wherewith we cumber the Unknown As with inept, Icarian wings. For we were not as other men: 'Twas ours to soar and his to see; But we are coming down again, And we shall come down pleasantly; Nor shall we longer disagree On what it is to be sublime, But flourish in our perigee And have one Titan at a time.

the Watcher by the Way To the young and the unladen, To the boy and to the maiden, "God be with you both to-day. First your song came ringing, Now you come, you two, Knowing naught of what you do, Or of what your dreams are bringing. "O you children who go singing To the Town down the River, Where the millions cringe and shiver, Tell me what you know to-day; Tell me how far you are going,