It is something in this darker dream demented
to have wrestled with its pleasure and its pain:
it is something to have sinned, and have repented:
it is something to have failed, and tried again!
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'And, in the silent solemn hours, when your soul floats down the far faint flood of time - to think of Earth's lovers who are ours, of her saviours saving, suffering, sublime: '... is so beautiful. Great poem.