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eyes found nothing beautiful and bright, Nor wealth nor honour, glory nor delight, Which he could grasp and keep with might and right.

Flowers bloomed for maidens, swords outflashed for boys, The world's big children had their various toys; He could not feel their sorrows and their joys.

Hills held a secret they would not unfold, In careless scorn of him the ocean rolled, The stars were alien splendours high and cold.

He felt himself a king bereft of crown, Defrauded from his birthright of renown, Bred up in littleness with churl and clown.