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BETWEEN
Beneath the dome of Yesterday,
My buried Self I see—
Of Time a portion passed away,
And nevermore to be.
My buried Self I see—
Of Time a portion passed away,
And nevermore to be.
Beneath lo, morrow's dome, a breath
Of unawakened Morn,
I wait nativity—of Death
Or Life a babe unborn.
Of unawakened Morn,
I wait nativity—of Death
Or Life a babe unborn.
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