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58
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[The darkness swallows up the feeble light]
The darkness swallows up the feeble light,And the great silence gulfs the still small sound;
And little love in lasting time lies drowned
Five fathom deep and buried out of sight:
But the great beacon makes a day in night,
And echoes, that from breast to breast rebound
Of mountains at their granite joys, astound
The shrinking valleys with their loud delight.
Hold up thy head, poor swimmer among the waves,
Warm waves that rock thee in their wild embrace:
The still cold depths are underneath thee now.
There the dim ooze scarce creeps between the graves,
Where wind nor sun shall visit the pale face,
Nor wave shall stir a tress on the dead brow.
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