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CONCEALMENT.
When I behold some mighty listening throng,
I marvel, while their faces gleam toward mine,
At the large hope, despair, faith, sorrow and wrong
That slumbers in their midst and makes no sign.
I marvel, while their faces gleam toward mine,
At the large hope, despair, faith, sorrow and wrong
That slumbers in their midst and makes no sign.
So, when I watch night's thick-starred gulfs profound,
I wonder at all the calmness they reveal,
Though in their glooms, with radiance, rush and sound,
A million million worlds forever wheel!
I wonder at all the calmness they reveal,
Though in their glooms, with radiance, rush and sound,
A million million worlds forever wheel!
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