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...Like a star of Heaven, In the broad day-light, Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain...What love of thine own kind ? What ignorance of pain ? We look before and after, And pine for what is not : Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught...

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...thing wherein wo feel there is some hidden want What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain I What fields, or waves, or mountains ! What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind 1 what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never...