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 For these too, these my lovers, these my twain, Saw Dante, saw God visible by pain, With lips that thundered and with feet that trod Before men’s eyes incognisable God; Saw love and wrath and light and night and fire Live with one life and at one mouth respire, And in one golden sound their whole soul heard Sounding, one sweet immitigable word. They have the night, who had like us the day; We, whom day binds, shall have the night as they. We, from the fetters of the light unbound, Healed of our wound of living, shall sleep sound. All gifts but one the jealous God may keep From our soul’s longing, one he cannot—sleep. This, though he grudge all other grace to prayer, This grace his closed hand cannot choose but spare. This, though his ear be sealed to all that live, Be it lightly given or lothly, God must give. We, as the men whose name on earth is none, We too shall surely pass out of the sun; Out of the sound and eyeless light of things, Wide as the stretch of life’s time-wandering wings, Wide as the naked world and shadowless, And long-lived as the world’s own weariness. Us too, when all the fires of time are cold, The heights shall hide us and the depths shall hold. Us too, when all the tears of time are dry, The night shall lighten from her tearless eye. Blind is the day and eyeless all its light, But the large unbewildered eye of night