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I have not loved the world, nor the world me;

I have not flattered its rank breath, nor bow'd

To its idolatries a patient knee –

Nor coin'd my cheek to smiles - nor cried aloud

In worship of an echo; in the crowd

They could not deem me one of such;

I stood among them, but not of them; in a shroud

Of thoughts which were not their thoughts, and still could,

Had I not filled my mind which thus itself subdued.

I have not loved the world, nor the world me -

But let us part fair foes; I do believe,

Though I have found them not, that there may be

Words which are things - hopes which will not deceive,

And virtues which are merciful nor weave

Snares for the failing: I would also deem

O'er others' griefs that some sincerely grieve;

That two, or one, are almost what they seem -

That goodness is no name, and happiness no dream