167 <br /> <br />To learn the Transport by the Pain <br />As Blind Men learn the sun! <br />To die of thirst—suspecting <br />That Brooks in Meadows run! <br /> <br />To stay the homesick—homesick feet <br />Upon a foreign shore— <br />Haunted by native lands, the while— <br />And blue—beloved air! <br /> <br />This is the Sovereign Anguish! <br />This—the signal woe! <br />These are the patient "Laureates" <br />Whose voices—trained—below— <br /> <br />Ascend in ceaseless Carol— <br />Inaudible, indeed, <br />To us—the duller scholars <br />Of the Mysterious Bard!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-learn-the-transport-by-the-pain/
