What dread hands? What dread feet? Calamity?
What is fire in repenting sun, O Sigh!
What is shadow in reclining evening?
Fain in thyself in fever of joy high
Taunting no more, no, the Eternity
Replenished with love duly singing.
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12/19/2016
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