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 Deeper than surgeons go; and a vast joy,

Which broke and swept and covered him like a sea

Of innocence, leaving him eager as a child

That has outlived experience and remembers

Only the golden moment as it flows,

Told him in silence that was more than speech

That after passion, arrogance and ambition,

Doubt, fear, defeat, sorrow and desperation,

He had wrought out of martyrdom the peace

That passeth understanding. Still he lay there

Smiling to think how soon those burrowing teeth

Which he had felt within him for so long

Would cease their famished gnawing at his heart,

Which after all the many prolonged assaults

It had survived was toiling loyally,

With only an uncertain fire to drive it;