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30 I know Where shines the sun On windy spaces,

Where low The shadows run, The swallow races;

But Oh! When youth is gone The glory passes.

Now has all time culminated In this pulse of dizzy blood; Now eternity is mated In this swift suspended flood Of the sense that sings, Forever Does this perfect Now abide, And the brain that echoes, Never, Never, never turns again this tide.