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 Out of the deep and the dark, A sparkling mystery, a shape, Something perfect, Comes like the stir of the day; One whose breath is an odour, Whose eyes show the road to stars, The breeze on his face, The glory of Heaven on his back. He steps like a vision hung in air Diffusing the passion of eternity; His abode is the sunlight of morn, The music of eve his speech; In his sight One shall turn from the dust of the grave And move upward to the woodland.