Yes! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone.
Ah! two desires toss about The poet's feverish blood; One drives him to the world without, And one to solitude.
How many minds--almost all the great ones--were formed in secrecy and solitude!
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