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Or when thy hand may catch A half-drawn latch. What draws thee from the door, to turn and pass Through streets unknown, dim, still, and choked with grass?

''What! Canst thou not foresee'' The Mystery? ''Heed! For a Voice commands thy every deed!'' ''And it hath sounded. And thou needs must heed!''

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