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| THEY bathed in the fire-flooded fountains: | |
| Life girdled them round and about: | |
| They slept in the clefts of the mountains: | |
| The stars called them forth with a shout. | |
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| They prayed, but their worship was only | 5 |
| The wonder at nights and at days, | |
| As still as the lips of the lonely | |
| Though burning with dumbness of praise. | |
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| No sadness of earth ever captured | |
| Their spirits who bowed at the shrine: | 10 |
| They fled to the Lonely enraptured | |
| And hid in the darkness divine. | |
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| As children at twilight may gather, | |
| They met at the doorway of death | |
| The smile of the dark hidden Father, | 15 |
| The Mother with magical breath. | |
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| Untold of in song or in story, | |
| In days long forgotten of men, | |
| Their eyes were yet blind with a glory | |
| Time will not remember again. | 20 |
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