Winds, they blew not; when all heads
Florid, did them bow.
No sounds, heard; when known about
Lordly, Lord's presence.
Trembly warm, by and through all
An awed sentience.
Lifted up in that spirit
Of holy rapture
Only could one, to sense, dead
World's spell broke free of
Have, yet standing, withstood
This o'erbearing Love.
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