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 How far those features in their dusty frame

Were now from seeing that there was in this world

So frail a relic as Fernando Nash,

And how much farther still they were from caring,

With more than common care, could they have seen him.

Could they have seen him they would not have known

What fires had burned in that cadaverous ruin

Below them, or what hopes, or what remorse,

Or what regret. For a long time he lay

Aware of action hardly in a finger,

But with a coming wonder of surprise

For a new clearness which had late begun

To pierce forbidden chambers long obscured

Within him, and abandoned, being so dark

And empty that he would not enter them—