"I am a shadow now, alas! alas! "Upon the skirts of human-nature dwelling "Alone: I chant alone the holy mass, "While little sounds of life are round me knelling, "And glossy bees at noon do fieldward pass, "And many a chapel bell the hour is telling, "Paining me through: those sounds grow strange to me, "And thou art distant in Humanity.
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