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 De Profundis by Christina Rossetti 
						Oh why is heaven built so far,Oh why is earth set so remote?
 I cannot reach the nearest star
 That hangs afloat.
 
 I would not care to reach the moon,
 One round monotonous of change;
 Yet even she repeats her tune
 Beyond my range.
 
 I never watch the scatter'd fire
 Of stars, or sun's far-trailing train,
 But all my heart is one desire,
 And all in vain:
 
 For I am bound with fleshly bands,
 Joy, beauty, lie beyond my scope;
 I strain my heart, I stretch my hands,
 And catch at hope.
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