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NO ANSWER!
Like him i' the fairy-tale, I've laid mine earClose to the earth and listened; not indeed
To hear the grass grow, but for greater need;
If haply some Earth-whisper I might hear,
As from her old Trophonian cave, brought clear,
Oracular response; that hope to feed,
For which my soul doth more intensely plead
Than sentenced prisoner for poor life here!
And I have listened if some sound might come
From those blue depths, those orbs so silent-bright,
As still as Death; but they, like Earth, are dumb;
And strained my eyes to see if traced in light,
In moving hieroglyphics wondersome,
That “Word” the Hand Divine might cursive write!
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