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To a Priest

AD SACERDOTEM

Judges, redeemers, heroes, wizards, elves,
Our gods are but the shadows of ourselves
Thrown on the mist around us, vague and vast,
By a live light out of a dying past.
Your mind is heavenly, friend: tell me not then
What God has willed, what God has said to men:
Shew me your shadow: I too at that sight
Will turn and kneel with you, to adore the light.