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Fear it has faded and the night: The bells all peal the hour of nine: The schoolgirls hastening through the light Touch the unknowable Divine.
What leavening in my heart would bide! Full dreams a thousand deep are there: All luminants succumb beside The unbound melody of hair.
Joy the long timorous takes the flute: Valiant with colour songs are born: Love the impatient absolute Lives as a Saviour in the morn
Get thou behind me Shadow-Death! Oh ye Eternities delay! Morning is with me and the breath Of schoolgirls hastening down the way.
John Shaw Neilson
Read poems about / on: hair, joy, fear, death, light, night, heart, song, dream
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