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 Sings, when his song sets fire To the air and clouds that build the dead night's pyre? O thou of divers-coloured mind, O thou Deathless, God's daughter subtle-souled—lo, now, Now too the song above all songs, in flight Higher than the day-star's height, And sweet as sound the moving wings of night! Thou of the divers-coloured seat—behold, Her very song of old!— O deathless, O God's daughter subtle-souled! That same cry through this boskage overhead Rings round reiterated, Palpitates as the last palpitated, The last that panted through her lips and died Not down this grey north sea's half sapped cliff-side That crumbles toward the coastline, year by year More near the sands and near;