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Poem	THE GREY road whereupon we trod became as holy ground: The eve was all one voice that breathed its message with no sound: And burning multitudes pour through my heart, too bright, too blind, Too swift and hurried in their flight to leave their tale behind. Twin gates unto that living world, dark honey-coloured eyes, The lifting of whose lashes flushed the face with Paradise, Beloved, there I saw within their ardent rays unfold The likeness of enraptured birds that flew from deeps of gold To deeps of gold within my breast to rest, or there to be Transfigured in the light, or find a death to life in me. So love, a burning multitude, a seraph wind that blows From out the deep of being to the deep of being goes. And sun and moon and starry fires and earth and air and sea Are creatures from the deep let loose, who pause in ecstasy, Or wing their wild and heavenly way until again they find The ancient deep, and fade therein, enraptured, bright, and blind.
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