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 So came their hour on them that were in life Tristram and Iseult: so from love and strife The stroke of love's own hand felt last and best Gave them deliverance to perpetual rest. So, crownless of the wreaths that life had wound, They slept, with flower of tenderer comfort crowned; From bondage and the fear of time set free, And all the yoke of space on earth and sea Cast as a curb for ever: nor might now Fear and desire bid soar their souls or bow, Lift up their hearts or break them: doubt nor grief More now might move them, dread nor disbelief Touch them with shadowy cold or fiery sting, Nor sleepless languor with its weary wing, Nor harsh estrangement, born of time's vain breath, Nor change, a darkness deeper far than death. And round the sleep that fell around them then Earth lies not wrapped, nor records wrought of men Rise up for timeless token: but their sleep Hath round it like a raiment all the deep; No change or gleam or gloom of sun and rain, But all time long the might of all the main Spread round them as round earth soft heaven is spread, And peace more strong than death round all the dead.