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But in the Ideal Realm, aloof and far,

Where the calm Art's pure dwellers are,

Lo, the Laocoon writhes, but does not groan.

Here, no sharp grief the high emotion knows—

Here, suffering's self is made divine, and shows

The brave resolve of the firm soul alone:

Here, lovely as the rainbow on the dew

Of the spent thunder-cloud, to Art is given,

Gleaming through Grief's dark veil, the peaceful blue

Of the sweet Moral Heaven.