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The robe and the ermine, by few they are won: How many sink down ere the race be half ran! What struggles, what hopes, what despair may have been, Where sweep those dark branches of shadowy green! What crowds are around us, what misery is there, Could the heart, like the face which conceals it, lay bare! But we know not each other—we seek not to know What the social world hides in the darkness below.

I lean in the window, and hear the low tune Of the fountain, now bright with the new risen moon. In the chamber within are the gay and the young; The light laugh is laughed, and the sweet song is sung.