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 They ceased, and after stillness in which time

And space, together perishing, were no more

To him than indecisions that were gone,

Far off there was a murmur and a sinning

Of liberation, and a marching hymn

Sang of a host returning. All the banished

Who had been driven from the house of life

To wander in the valley of the shadow

Were sounding as they came in chastened order

The praise of their deliverance and return.

A singing voice that gathered and ascended

Filled the vast dome above them till it glowed

With singing light that seemed at first eternal,

But was at first not so. There were those drums

Again, to frustrate with a last intrusion

The purifying and supreme festival

Of life that had returned and in its house