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NLY the Swans that day Saw the high maker of our thoughts embark And o the Lake Mysterious fade away In the black ship that crosses to the dark.

The poet's robe was his, Embroidered with illustrious fleurs-de-lys; And laurel leaf and thorn His sad prefigured forehead did adorn.

Afar God's City rose, Where everlasting Peace her throne has reared Above the poppy-meadows of repose; And as the coast of his desire he neared, He proved divine delight, knew grace untold, Beheld the Cross uplifted and, before That sacred Conqueror, The fallen Sphinx, a corpse already cold.

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