Chapter 166 No.166

To learn the transport by the pain,

As blind men learn the sun;

To die of thirst, suspecting

That brooks in meadows run;

To stay the homesick, homesick feet

Upon a foreign shore

Haunted by native lands, the while,

And blue, beloved air -

This is the sovereign anguish,

This, the signal woe!

These are the patient laureat