I cannot want it more —
I cannot want it less —
My Human Nature’s fullest force
Expends itself on this.
And yet it nothing is
To him who easy owns —
Is Worth itself or Distance
He fathoms who obtains.
I cannot want it more —
I cannot want it less —
My Human Nature’s fullest force
Expends itself on this.
And yet it nothing is
To him who easy owns —
Is Worth itself or Distance
He fathoms who obtains.
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