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Beauty? As tho' breathed not from you
    The very dawn of creation's day,
When the planets with all their retinue
    Leaped forth to meet you on your way!

Our dreams have mingled. The new times bring
    Old snatches of buried memory,
Which trouble us like a whispering,
    Heard at the bottom of the sea.

We have been too far; we have dived too deep,
    Death itself cannot quench the spark.
We know too much of the ways of sleep
    To fear the everlasting dark.