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 Darkness and solitude shine, for me. For life's fair outward part are rife The silver noises; let them be. It is the very soul of life Listens for thee, listens for thee.

O pause between the sobs of cares; O thought within all thought that is; Trance between laughters unawares: Thou are the shape of melodies, And thou the ecstasy of prayers! 16