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And then the old strange sleep that brought thy splendour,O gracious woman-blossom-heart, so near,
Again shall brood with wings snow-soft and tender
About me, and thy whisper in my ear
Shall bid all dark clouds from my spirit clear;
Again the old unutterable wonder
On angel-pinions through the cloven sheer
Abysses nourishing the latent thunder,
Soft, shall descend. I shall say, “Thou art here:”
And all the immense heaped clouds shall part in sunder,
All dark wet mists that made earth's valleys drear,
And the great heavenly peaks shall flash out yonder.
Again through vistas of enchanted sleep
I shall be borne, gliding from deep to deep.
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