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Aerial Chimes.
Through the blue deeps of noon I heardThrough the blue deeps of noon I heard the cuckoo tolling his infrequent peals from skiey belfries built of sun and mist.
And now, through the blue deeps of night, from skiey belfries built of dusk and stars, I hear the tolling of infrequent peals.
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