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A GUESS AT AN OLD RIDDLE
A cloud hath hid the star in heaven;
But still in the blue wave under
It peeps or glances, it sleeps or dances,
A sparkle, a gleam, a wonder.
But still in the blue wave under
It peeps or glances, it sleeps or dances,
A sparkle, a gleam, a wonder.
What if the soul of man should be
A wave-reflected star,
An image broken, a shadow-token
Of something vast and far?
A wave-reflected star,
An image broken, a shadow-token
Of something vast and far?
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