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darkened hill。 

    Two memories; Two powers; two promises; two silences Closed in this 

cry; closed in these thousand leaves Articulate。 This sudden hour retrieves 

The purpose of the past; Separate; apartembraced; embraced at last。 

     〃Whose is the word? Is it I that spake? Is it thou? Is it I that heard?〃 

〃Thine earth was solitary; yet I found thee!〃 〃Thy sky was pathless; but I 

caught; I bound thee; Thou visitant divine。〃 〃O thou my Voice; the word 

was thine。〃 〃Was thine。〃 



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                             THE FLOWER OF THE MIND 



                          A POET'S WIFE 



    I saw   a tract of   ocean locked in…land Within   a   field's embrace   … The 

very sea! Afar it fled the strand And gave the seasons chase; And met the 

night alone; the tempest spanned; Saw sunrise face to face。 

    O   Poet;   more   than   ocean;   lonelier!   In   inaccessible   rest   And   storm 

remote; thou; sea of thoughts; dost stir; Scattered through east to west; … 

Now; while thou closest with the kiss of her Who locks thee to her breast。 



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           VENERATION OF IMAGES 



    Thou     man;   first…comer;   whose    wide   arms   entreat;   Gather;   clasp; 

welcome; bind; Lack; or remember! whose warm pulses beat With love of 

thine own kind; 

    Unlifted   for   a   blessing   on   yon   sea;   Unshrined   on   this   high…way;   O 

flesh; O grief; thou too shalt have our knee; Thou rood of every day! 



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                               AT NIGHT 



    Home;   home   from   the   horizon   far   and   clear;   Hither   the   soft   wings 

sweep; Flocks of the memories of the day draw near The dovecote doors 

of sleep。 

    O which are they that come through sweetest light Of all these homing 

birds? Which with the straightest and the swiftest flight? Your words to me; 

your words! 



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