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Sestina

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I saw my soul at rest upon a day
As a bird sleeping in the nest of night,
Among soft leaves that give the starlight way
To touch its wings but not its eyes with light;
So that it knew as one in visions may,
And knew not as men waking, of delight.


This was the measure of my soul's delight;
It had no power of joy to fly by day,

Nor part in the large lordship of the light;
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