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 He may, if he but listen well, Through twilight and the silence here, Be told what there are none may tell To vanity's impatient ear;

And he may never dare again Say what awaits him, or be sure What sunlit labyrinth of pain He may not enter and endure.

Who knows to-day from yesterday May learn to count no thing too strange: Love builds of what Time takes away, Till Death itself is less than Change.

Who sees enough in his duress May go as far as dreams have gone; Who sees a little may do less Than many who are blind have done;