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Here is the place; right over the hill Runs the path I took;
You can see the gap in the old wall still, And the stepping-stones in the shallow brook
There is the house, with the gate red-barred, And the poplars tall;
And the barn's ...

You mustn't seek out power, mustn't grab the
Your work lies elsewhere, spirit of another realm,
In innocence withdraw before this moment here
Lover of thought in mourning both sweet and severe-,