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 Who can unseal the heart with all its tears, Marshal loves, hates, hopes, sorrows, joys, and fears In quick procession o'er the passive pages; Who has given tongue to silent generations And wings to thought, so that long-mouldered nations May call to nations o'er the abyss of ages:
 * The poet, in whose shaping brain
 * Life is created o'er again
 * With loftier raptures, loftier pain;
 * Whose mighty potencies of verse
 * Move through the plastic Universe,
 * And fashion to their strenuous will
 * The world that is creating still.

Do you hear it, do you hear it Soaring up to heaven, or somewhere near it? From the depths of life upheaving, Clouds of earth and sorrow cleaving, From despair and death retrieving,