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Sometime shall Beauty hide no more The fair conceptions she conceives Beneath the abstract veil she weaves Before her face the few adore; The self-denying few, who long Live lofty lives of art and song, And, dying, leave the world less poor.

No more are these alone when she, From the subjective world she rules, Confronts the falsehood of the schools With her high front of purity: And on the dark and general way Lets fall her individual ray That low as well as high may see.