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 Through silence and through sound of peace and strife, Till birth and death be one in sight of life; Fate, heard and seen of no man's eyes or ears, To no man shown through light of smiles or tears, And moved of no man's prayer to fold its wings; Fate, that is night and light on worldly things; Fate, that is fire to burn and sea to drown, Strength to build up and thunder to cast down; Fate, shield and screen for each man's lifelong head, And sword at last or dart that strikes it dead; Fate, higher than heaven and deeper than the grave, That saves and spares not, spares and doth not save; Fate, that in gods' wise is not bought and sold For prayer or price of penitence or gold; Whose law shall live when life bids earth farewell, Whose justice hath for shadows heaven and hell; Whose judgment into no god's hand is given, Nor is its doom not more than hell or heaven: Fate, that is pure of love and clean of hate, Being equal-eyed as nought may be but fate; Through many and weary days of foiled desire Leads life to rest where tears no more take fire; Through many and weary dreams of quenched delight Leads life through death past sense of day and night. Nor shall they feel or fear, whose date is done, Aught that made once more dark the living sun And bitterer in their breathing lips the breath Than the dark dawn and bitter dust of death. For all the light, with fragrance as of flowers, That clothes the lithe live limbs of separate hours,