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 From dawn to morning of the soul in flower, Through toils and dreams and visions, to that hour When all the deeps were opened, and one doom Took two sweet lives to embrace them and entomb, The strong song plies its wing That makes the darkness ring And the deep light reverberate sound as deep; Song soft as flowers or grass more soft than sleep, Song bright as heaven above the mounting bird, Song like a god's tears heard Falling, fulfilled of life and death and light, And all the stars and all the shadow of night.

Till, when its flight hath past Time's loftiest mark and last, The goal where good kills evil with a kiss,