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the borderlands of being, Where life draws hardly breath Between the lights and shadows fleeing Fast as a word one saith, Two flowers rejoice our eyesight, seeing The dawns of birth and death.

Behind the babe his dawn is lying Half risen with notes of mirth From all the winds about it flying Through new-born heaven and earth: Before bright age his day for dying Dawns equal-eyed with birth.

Equal the dews of even and dawn, Equal the sun’s eye seen A hand’s breadth risen and half withdrawn: But no bright hour between Brings aught so bright by stream or lawn To noonday growths of green.