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And life and death; dim-journeying passionless

To where broad estuary and beaconing ness

Look toward the outlands whence our fathers came.

And high on Druid mountains hath the sun

Flamed valediction, as the last lights died

Beyond that fatal wave, that from our side

Sunders the lovely and the lonely Bride

That we have wedded but have never won.