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For you must know, I too achieved Eidotheé, In silence and by night--dared justify the lines Plain to my soul, although, to sense, that triple-tine's Achievement halt halfway, break down, or leave a blank. If she stood forth at last, the Master was to thank! Yet may there not have smiled approval in his eyes-- That one at least was left who, born to recognize Perfection in the piece imperfect, worked, that night, In silence, such his faith, until the apposite Design was out of him, truth palpable once more? And then--for at one blow, its fragments strewed the floor-- Recalled the same to live within his soul as heretofore.