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Through
the
Uncreuat
an
20
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Then
silence
,
and
the veil
of
light
is
raised
...
The other
lights
,
the
other
trees
...
...
There
's
a
mist
on
the
land
,
low
flying
There was
a
man who
loved
a
wood
so
well
...
There
were
three hills
that
stood
alone
The
shadows
flickering
,
the
daylight dying
The
Virgin
lies
at
Bethlehem
The
years have judgment given
Though
I
was born
a
Londoner
Through the more
limpid
air
the live trams clash
Through
the Uncreated
...
To
and
fro
,
and out and
back
...
.
To
sea
!
To
sea
!
The
ship
is
trim
...
...
Two
things
I
ask
of
you
,
and they
are
these
...
Unutterably
far
,
and
still
,
and
high
...
Vague
,
unascertained
,
untravelled
...
...
We children
in
our
crowded
home
...
We
glide
and
are
still
on
the
stream
...
We
served
him
with
the
sweat
of
many
years
We two
are
on
the
self
-
same
planet
...
.
What
are roses for
,
my
Queen
...
What
longer hath
she
need
of
loveliness
When
gazing
deep
down
in
your
eyes
When
love has
changed
to
kindliness
...
Where
the water meets
the
sands
...
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Yea
,
very
swiftly
do
they
veer
and
fly