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 XLVIII

HOU art no longer here,

No longer shall we see thy face,

But, in that other place,

Where may be heard

The roar of the world rushing down the wantways of the stars;

And the silver bars

Of heaven's gate

Shine soft and clear:

Thou mayest wait.

No longer shall we see

Thee walking in the crowded streets,

But where the ocean of the Future beats

Against the flood-gates of the Present, swirling to this earth,

Another birth

Thou mayest have;

Another Arcady

May thee receive.

Not here thou dost remain,

Thou art gone far away, 126