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380 This was the lock that lay upon our lips,
 * This was the yoke that we have undergone,

Denying us all pleasant fellowships
 * As in our time and generation.

Our pleasures unpursued age past recall. And for our pains—we are not heard at all.

What man hears aught except the groaning guns?
 * What man heeds aught save what each instant brings?

When each man's life all imaged life outruns,
 * What man shall pleasure in imaginings?

So it hath fallen, as it was bound to fall, We are not, nor we were not, heard at all.