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 Say then, why unto me is given A clearer vision, so that I do see Between the limits of the earth and heaven A bright and marvellous race— A goodly shining company— Flaunting in garments of unsullied snow, That ever and anon do come and go From star to hill top, or green hollow glen, And so back again?

Those visions strange, and portents dark and wild, That in fond childhood had a painful pleasure, Have not, by reason's voice, been quite exiled, But still possess their relish in full measure; And by a secret and consummate art At certain times benumb my awe-struck heart— Making it quail, but not with dastard fear, But strange presentiment and awe severe, With curious impertinence to pry Behind the veil of dim futurity, And that undying hope that we may still Grasp at the purpose of the Eternal Will.