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Alas! that we should not have known, For all his strange ethereal calm, And thoughts so little like our own And presence like a shed-forth balm, He was some Spirit from a zone Of light, and ecstasy, and psalm, Radiant and near about God's throne: Now he hath flown!

The heaven did cleave on him alway; And for what thing he chose to dwell In a mere tenement of clay With mortal seeming—who can tell?