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38
[VI
Her hair is hued like shadow where light is]
Her hair is hued like shadow where light isTragic and tense and tranquil, and her eyes
Burn in their depths the splendour of such skies
As sunset kindled over Naukratis.
It may be, when the walls and towers of This
Stood in magnificence and rang with cries
Of myriads in their flashing panoplies,
She shone with the Immortals—God! we miss
The secret of life's lost divinity!
The days, like Sphinxes, one by one repeat
Their silent question and devour us!
How shall we learn the answer? How shall we
Scathless endure the sacred flame that beat
And brake the desperate wings of Icarus?
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