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Long have I a word enshrined And worshipped with a piety blind! Long have I been seeking Rest In the East and in the West! Here and there and everywhere Have I seen her shadow fair; But the shadow seems to fade Like the flowers of yonder glade. In my lone retreat I sought Her, but dreams against me fought. In my nights for her I pray, But with sleep she stays away.

Foolish is thine effort, vain— Fruitless, hopeless is thy pain! With the march of Motion keep,