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In youth I have known one with whom the Earth In secret communing held⁠—as he with it, In daylight, and in beauty, from his birth: Whose fervid, flickering torch of life was lit From the sun and stars, whence he had drawn forth A passionate light such for his spirit was fit⁠— And yet that spirit knew⁠—not in the hour Of its own fervor⁠—what had o’er it power.