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In the woods, close by,
That rings, with faithful tongue, its pious note
Away, my songs, must we go
In stone waves and rock waters, far from day,
Dreaming time has reversed?and you,
Figures of light and dark, these two are walking
Like theirs ends? From what distant point of vision
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And up there I cannot tell if it is still
Looms in the air, deliberate and slow,
I am sleeping, and dreaming, and wandering along
Seized from creation by nonentity,
By what it seems to have moved toward. In any
That this mud draws on the stone.
That desire has ever built, have approached
Set on that tomb in the eternal night;
V. The Dutch in the Arctic
Sculpting each tree to fit your ghostly form
The ordinary, wide scene which begins
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