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ASTROPHEL.
All the spell that on all souls fell who saw thy spirit,
and held them bound,
Lives for all that have heard the call and cadence yet of
its music sound.
Music bright as the soul of light, for wings an eagle,
for notes a dove,
Leaps and shines from the lustrous lines wherethrough
thy soul from afar above
Shone and sang till the darkness rang with light whose
fire is the fount of love.
Love that led thee alive, and fed thy soul with sorrows
and joys and fears,
Love that sped thee, alive and dead, to fame's fair goal
with thy peerless peers,
Feeds the flame of thy quenchless name with light that
lightens the rayless years.
