 | The collected poems of Arthur Edward Waite |  |
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MANIFESTATION
A figure sat within the chairWhich was not previously there;
A voice spoke in the darkness then
More subtly than the voice of men:
The message in the ear it spell'd
Was one great secret long withheld;
And while I live, or when I die,
O Grave! where is thy mystery?
| The collected poems of Arthur Edward Waite | |