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De Profundis

Oh why is heaven built so far,
        Oh why is earth set so remote?
I cannot reach the nearest star
        That hangs afloat.
 
I would not care to reach the moon,
        One round monotonous of change;
Yet even she repeats her tune
        Beyond my range.
 
I never watch the scatter’d fire
        Of stars, or sun’s far—trailing train,
But all my heart is one desire,
        And all in vain:
 
For I am bound with fleshly bands,
        Joy, beauty, lie beyond my scope;
I strain my heart, I stretch my hands,
        And catch at hope.
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