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HE sky was like a waterdrop
 * In shadow of a thorn,

Clear, tranquil, beautiful,
 * Dark, forlorn.

Lightning along its margin ran;
 * A rumour of the sea

Rose in profundity and sank
 * Into infinity.

Lofty and few the elms, the stars
 * In the vast boughs most bright;

I stood a dreamer in a dream
 * In the unstirring night.

Not wonder, worship, not even peace
 * Seemed in my heart to be:

Only the memory of one,
 * Of all most dead to me.