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III
Think if we two for one short hour could share
The old, young life of all this sister throng,
Make it our own; even as He whose ear
Heeds the full song
The old, young life of all this sister throng,
Make it our own; even as He whose ear
Heeds the full song
Of deathless potencies that chaunting span
The argent throne—lords of the star-strewn skies—
Or muttered prayers breathed by some broken man
Who loves—and dies.
The argent throne—lords of the star-strewn skies—
Or muttered prayers breathed by some broken man
Who loves—and dies.
Small wordless sisters of the wood,
Deep gulfs in truth betwixt us reach,
Yet nearer is our sisterhood,
And breath than speech.
Deep gulfs in truth betwixt us reach,
Yet nearer is our sisterhood,
And breath than speech.
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Beyond, beneath the spoken word
That earlier wordless language spreads,
From man to beast, from beast to bird,
It knits and weds
That earlier wordless language spreads,
From man to beast, from beast to bird,
It knits and weds
Life, as the seamless ocean tide
Whose single sovereign waters pour,
By different names through severance wide,
To the same shore.
Whose single sovereign waters pour,
By different names through severance wide,
To the same shore.
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