On Earth, of all we hope in Heaven!
Which fall'st into the soul like rain
Upon the Siroc-wither'd plain,
And, failing in thy power to bless,
But leav'st the heart a wilderness!
Idea! which bindest life around
With music of so strange sound,
And beauty of so wild a birth-
Farewell! for I have won the Earth.
Edgar Allan Poe
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