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threads are closely hafted, The ends are unconfined. 'Tis "yea" and "nay,"—not grafted, Not grafted,—but entwined. Dim is the weft that mates them Close and inanimate, But wakening awaits them. And they the same await, End unto end is taken,— Fresh "yea" and "nay" ignite, And "yea" and "nay" awaken, Into one moulding shaken, And from their death comes,—Light. 



in the day of first creation, The azure skies are calm again, As though the world knew not privation, As though the heart knew naught of pain: For love and fame my craving passes; 