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 Something stranger, something sweeter, something waiting you afar,

Secret as your stricken senses, magic as your sorrows are.

But on this, God's harp supernal, stretched but to be stricken once,

Hoary Time is a beginner, Life a bungler, Death a dunce.

But I will not fear to match them—no, by God, I will not fear,

I will learn you, I will play you and the stars stand still to hear.