"Poetry a criticism of life under the conditions fixed for such a criticism by the laws of poetic truth and poetic beauty.

Weary of myself, and sick of asking What I am, and what I ought to be, At this vessel's prow I stand, which bears me Forwards, forwards, o'er the starlit sea.
Weary of myself, and sick of asking What I am, and what I ought to be, At this vessel's prow I stand...
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