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What immortal hand or eye
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
When the stars threw down their spears,
On what wings dare he aspire?
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
They that dwell up in the steeple,
My lullaby the warder's tread.
I saw an aged, aged man,
He said, I look for butterflies
All Alone.
Who seemed distracted with his woe,
I weep, for it reminds me so:
Nature's first green is gold
But only so an hour.
So dawn goes down to day,
All the world's a stage,
That ends this strange eventful history,
How blithely will the evening close.

Description
What immortal hand or eye
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
When the stars threw down their spears,
On what wings dare he aspire?
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
They that dwell up in the steeple,
My lullaby the warder's tread.
I saw an aged, aged man,
He said, I look for butterflies
All Alone.
Who seemed distracted with his woe,
I weep, for it reminds me so:
Nature's first green is gold
But only so an hour.
So dawn goes down to day,
All the world's a stage,
That ends this strange eventful history,
How blithely will the evening close.