Pain has its own noble joy, when it starts a strong consciousness of life, from a stagnant one.
Like earth, awake, and warm, and bright With joy the spirit moves and burns; So up to thee! O Fount of Light! Our light returns.
Poetry is in itself strength and joy, whether it be crowned by all mankind, or left alone in its own magic hermitage.
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