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 There he and I shall rest in peace, Nor know what may be born, nor what may cease, Nor any God may torture us with false hopes of release!"

I spake again to Time: "Thou liest in thy throat All may change, or fall, or climb, Yet all lives self-retained in change, tho' never so remote. Yea, the old form I knew Abideth out of view, Now first fulfilled in other, For each is by a brother; In some alien guise The dead are risen; lo! to longing eyes, When Occasion calls aloud To the Past within the shroud, When Destiny, the omnipotent, shall wave Her hand, the Past shall start from his deep grave, And Memory restore What seemed in wan Oblivion buried evermore, Sea that moans for human ravage, ever hungering for more! All abideth in a sphere Aloof from mortal eye and ear; Faith discerns in flowing time Fair reflex of a holier clime,