Teacher

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Teacher

Ideals are like the stars,

Always above our reach.

Humbly I tried to learn,

More humbly did I teach.

On all honest virtues

I sought to keep firm hold.

I wanted to be a good man

Though I pinched my soul.

But now I lie beneath cool loam

Forgetting every dream;

And in this narrow bed of earth

No lights gleam.

In this narrow bed of earth

Star-dust never scatters,

And I tremble lest the darkness teach

Me that nothing matters.