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 “Laureates”    
Whose voices — trained — below —    

Ascend in ceaseless Carol —    
Inaudible, indeed,    
To us — the duller scholars    
Of the Mysterious Bard!