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XXVIII. Expectancy

I cannot tell why some things hold for meA sense of unplumbed marvels to befall,Or of a rift in the horizon's wallOpening to worlds where only gods can be.There is a breathless, vague expectancy,As of vast ancient pomps I half recall,Or wild adventures, uncorporeal,Ecstasy-fraught, and as a day-dream free.It is in sunsets and strange city spires,Old villages and woods and misty downs,South winds, the sea, low hills, and lighted towns,Old gardens, half-heard songs, and the moon's fires.But though its lure alone makes life worth living,None gains or guesses what it hints at giving.