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ENIGMA.
I have sent forth my soul, as Noah of oldThe dove from out the ark, over the waste
Wide waters of the Future, for foretaste
Of that which shall be, in lone flight yet bold,
And, like that dove, a blank did it behold,
A blank of sky and waters, land effaced.
Again, an Olive-leaf of Peace, retraced
Fresh flight, it brought, earnest of things foretold.
Shall it go forth again, returning not
Unto the ark of this poor Present; find
Rest for itself in some foreyearnèd lot?
It hath gone forth again, and left this blind
And ignorant Present for that happier spot,
Whose whereabouts it by that leaf divined.
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