Now comes the pain
Is a line from a Keats poem,
Now comes the pain of truth,
Later in the poem,
We are such forest trees, and our fair boughs
Have bred forth, not pale solitary doves,
But eagles golden-feather'd, who do tower
Above us in their beauty, and must reign
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