Nor of real joy, the bleeding conqueror.

And hope is e'er the same. It dwelleth not

In hearts that are too great for hope, too great

For wishes, and that fearless never ask

Why will is but obedience, power worthless,

The greatest strength a reed, and thought an echo.

Great hearts are free of either want or wish;

They may be proud and richly clothe themselves

In lofty, burdenless, mysterious Silence.

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 A CORONATION

WHEN in Bohemia there were kings and queens,

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The crown was laid upon the head that had

To bear and to exalt it—on the King's,

And then upon the shoulder of the Queen.

The shoulder bears the weight, the head the burden;

The shoulder lifts, the head must carry. Great

For both the heaviness, the endless pain,

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