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never for a second had thought could possibly happen to me.’”
After a moment’s silence Heggen said:
“Rossetti says — and you know he is a much better poet than
painter:
“‘Was that the landmark? What — the foolish well
Whose wave, low down, I did not stoop to drink
But sat and flung the pebbles from its brink
In sport to send its imaged skies pell-mell.
(And mine own image, had I noted well!) —
Was that my point of turning? — I had thought
The stations of my course should raise unsought,
As altarstone or ensigned citadel.
But lo! The path is missed, I must go back,
And thirst to drink when next I reach the spring
Which once I stained, which since may have grown black.
Yet though no light be left nor bird now sing
As here I turn, I’ll thank God, hastening,
That the same goal is still on the same track.’”
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