Yet all experience is an arch wherethroughGleams that untraveled world whose margin fadesForever and forever when I move — Alfred Tennyson
Yet all experience is an arch wherethroughGleams that untraveled world whose margin fadesForever and forever when I move — Alfred Tennyson
Yet all experience is an arch wherethroughGleams that untraveled world whose margin fadesForever and forever when I move — Alfred Tennyson
Yet all experience is an arch wherethroughGleams that untraveled world whose margin fadesForever and forever when I move — Alfred Tennyson
Yet all experience is an arch wherethroughGleams that untraveled world whose margin fadesForever and forever when I move — Alfred Tennyson
Yet all experience is an arch wherethroughGleams that untraveled world whose margin fadesForever and forever when I move — Alfred Tennyson
Yet all experience is an arch wherethroughGleams that untraveled world whose margin fadesForever and forever when I move — Alfred Tennyson
Yet all experience is an arch wherethroughGleams that untraveled world whose margin fadesForever and forever when I move — Alfred Tennyson
Yet all experience is an arch wherethroughGleams that untraveled world whose margin fadesForever and forever when I move — Alfred Tennyson
Yet all experience is an arch wherethroughGleams that untraveled world whose margin fadesForever and forever when I move — Alfred Tennyson
Yet all experience is an arch wherethroughGleams that untraveled world whose margin fadesForever and forever when I move — Alfred Tennyson
Yet all experience is an arch wherethroughGleams that untraveled world whose margin fadesForever and forever when I move — Alfred Tennyson
Yet all experience is an arch wherethroughGleams that untraveled world whose margin fadesForever and forever when I move — Alfred Tennyson
Yet all experience is an arch wherethroughGleams that untraveled world whose margin fadesForever and forever when I move — Alfred Tennyson
Yet all experience is an arch wherethroughGleams that untraveled world whose margin fadesForever and forever when I move — Alfred Tennyson
Yet all experience is an arch wherethroughGleams that untraveled world whose margin fadesForever and forever when I move — Alfred Tennyson
Yet all experience is an arch wherethroughGleams that untraveled world whose margin fadesForever and forever when I move — Alfred Tennyson
Yet all experience is an arch wherethroughGleams that untraveled world whose margin fadesForever and forever when I move — Alfred Tennyson
Yet all experience is an arch wherethroughGleams that untraveled world whose margin fadesForever and forever when I move — Alfred Tennyson
Yet all experience is an arch wherethroughGleams that untraveled world whose margin fadesForever and forever when I move — Alfred Tennyson
Yet all experience is an arch wherethroughGleams that untraveled world whose margin fadesForever and forever when I move — Alfred Tennyson
Yet all experience is an arch wherethroughGleams that untraveled world whose margin fadesForever and forever when I move — Alfred Tennyson
Yet all experience is an arch wherethroughGleams that untraveled world whose margin fadesForever and forever when I move — Alfred Tennyson
Yet all experience is an arch wherethroughGleams that untraveled world whose margin fadesForever and forever when I move — Alfred Tennyson
Yet all experience is an arch wherethroughGleams that untraveled world whose margin fadesForever and forever when I move — Alfred Tennyson
Yet all experience is an arch wherethroughGleams that untraveled world whose margin fadesForever and forever when I move — Alfred Tennyson
Yet all experience is an arch wherethroughGleams that untraveled world whose margin fadesForever and forever when I move — Alfred Tennyson
Yet all experience is an arch wherethroughGleams that untraveled world whose margin fadesForever and forever when I move — Alfred Tennyson
Yet all experience is an arch wherethroughGleams that untraveled world whose margin fadesForever and forever when I move — Alfred Tennyson
Yet all experience is an arch wherethroughGleams that untraveled world whose margin fadesForever and forever when I move — Alfred Tennyson
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Yet all experience is an arch wherethroughGleams that untraveled world whose margin fadesForever and forever when I move.How dull it is to pause, to make an end,To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!As though to breathe were life!

— Alfred Tennyson
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