Far richer they! I know the senses' witcheryGuards us, like air, from heavens too big to see;Imminent death to man that barb'd sublimityAnd dazzling edge of beauty unsheathed would be.Yet here, within this tiny, charm'd interior,This parlour of the brain, their Maker sharesWith living men some secrets in a privacy Forever ours, not theirs.
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