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AH, not for me—to learn the truth by dreaming,

To hear the cries of earth in melody,

To know 'tis night but when the stars are gleaming,—

Music of form and colour's mystery,

The joy of fashioning in fairest seeming

Life's dullest clay and Winter's barest tree;

To count the years as moments—only deeming

That truly Time which makes thy Art to thee

The one thing needful and the all-redeeming,—

September 23, 1893.