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"Here, from the very turf beneath me, I

Catch, but just catch, I know not what faint sound,

And darkly guess that from yon silent sky

Float starry emanations to the ground;

These ears are deaf, these human eyes are blind,

I want a purer heart, a subtler mind.

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