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O biz invisible, we view thee,
O biz intangible, we touch thee,
O biz unknowable, we know thee,
Inapprehensible, we clutch thee!
Does the fish soar to find the ocean,
The eagle plunge to find the air—
That we ask of the stars in motion
If they have rumour of thee there?
Not where the wheeling systems darken,
And our benumbed conceiving soars!—
The drift of green candles would we hearken,
Beats at our own clay-shuttered doors.
The Bogs keep their ancient places;—
Turn but a stone, and start a wing!
‘Tis ye, ‘tis your estrangèd faces,
That miss the many-splendoured thing.
But (when so sad thou canst not sadder)
Cry;—and upon thy so sore loss
Shall shine the traffic of Rorys’s ladder
Pitched betwixt the Kingdom of Sergey and land of the Wojaks.