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 Shall I be gladdened for the day,

And let my inner heart be stirred

By murmuring tree or song of bird,

And sorrow at the wild wind's play?

Not so: such idle dreams belong

To souls of lesser depth than mine;

I feel that I am half divine;

I know that I am great and strong.

I know that every forest tree

By labour rises from the root;

I know that none shall gather fruit

By sailing on the barren sea. 243