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 More sweet to savour and more clear to sight Dawns on the soul death's undivided night. No vigils has that perfect night to keep, No fever-fits of vision shake that sleep. Nor if they wake, and any place there be Wherein the soul may feel her wings beat free Through air too clear and still for sound or strife If life were haply death, and death be life; If love with yet some lovelier laugh revive, And song relume the light it bore alive, And friendship, found of all earth's gifts most good, Stand perfect in perpetual brotherhood; If aught indeed at all of all this be, Though none might say nor any man might see, Might he that sees the shade thereof not say This dream were trustier than the truth of day. Nor haply may not hope, with heart more clear, Burn deathward, and the doubtful soul take cheer, Seeing through the channelled darkness yearn a star Whose eyebeams are not as the morning's are, Transient, and subjugate of lordlier light, But all unconquerable by noon or night, Being kindled only of life's own inmost fire, Truth, stablished and made sure by strong desire, Fountain of all things living, source and seed, Force that perforce transfigures dream to deed, God that begets on time, the body of death, Eternity: nor may man's darkening breath, Albeit it stain, disfigure or destroy The glass wherein the soul sees life and joy