The Study of Poetry • Paragraph 211
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“How inexhaustibly the spirit grows! One object, she seemed erewhile born to reach With her whole energies and die content,-- So like a wall at the world’s edge it stood, With naught beyond to live for,--is that reached?-- Already are new undream’d energies Outgrowing under, and extending farther To a new object;--there’s another world!”