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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!
To Learn The Transport By The Pain
Emily Dickinson
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Poem topics: pain, sun, blue, shore, stay, mysterious, blind, anguish, native, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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