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THROUGH THE FAR-OFF GATES
Oh, wilt thou meet one day within the hallsOf heaven the golden-haired supreme delight,
Whose voice through Spenser's song to the ages calls?
Wilt thou, my lady of the sea-glance bright,
Take 'mid those heavenly bowers thy place by right,
Borne on the wide waves of my fearless singing
Through time's vain-struggling armies clothed in night?
To-day thy soft arms unto me are clinging,
And in mine ears thy silver laugh is ringing,
Lifted I am in spirit beyond all measure;
Lo! through the far-off gold gates I am bringing
A new-born heaven-august impassioned treasure;
I set my love, my lady of song, my bride,
In heaven, at Dante's Beatrice's side.
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