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Rh And we who loved well that place of flowers

Looked with awe on the wondrous birth,

And knew that the last flower of the garden

Was something not of earth.

PART II

THE LION OF TYRINGHAM

THE VOICE OF THE HIGHT

I

a dream I would sing and a river I saw in a dream—

Of souls that the river divided, so wide was the stream,

So wide and so deep that neither the other beheld.

And they gazed on the ocean near, by terror compelled—

On the infinite ocean whither their barks had been hurled

In a tempest that drove from the ultimate, unseen world.