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THOUGHT.
Across the tense chordsThought runs before words,
Brighter than dew,
And keener than swords.
Whence it cometh,
And whither it goes,
All may conjecture,
But no man knows.
It ebbs and flows
In the dance of the leaves,
The set of summer eaves,
The scent of the violets, the odor of the rose.
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