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 Sheer death shall bound upon them: one pang past, The first keen sense of him shall be their last, Their last shall be no sense of any fear, More than their life had sense of anguish here. Weeks and light months had fled at swallow's speed Since here their first hour sowed for them the seed Of many sweet as rest or hope could be; Since on the blown beach of a glad new sea Wherein strange rocks like fighting men stand scarred They saw the strength and help of Joyous Gard. Within the full deep glorious tower that stands Between the wild sea and the broad wild lands Love led and gave them quiet: and they drew Life like a God's life in each wind that blew, And took their rest, and triumphed. Day by day The mighty moorlands and the sea-walls grey, The brown bright waters of green fells that sing One song to rocks and flowers and birds on wing, Beheld the joy and glory that they had, Passing, and how the whole world made them glad, And their great love was mixed with all things great, As life being lovely, and yet being strong like fate. For when the sun sprang on the sudden sea Their eyes sprang eastward, and the day to be Was lit in them untimely: such delight They took yet of the clear cold breath and light That goes before the morning, and such grace Was deathless in them through their whole life's space