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There he and I shall rest in peace,
Nor know what may be born, nor what may cease,
Nor any God may torture us with false hopes of release!"

I spake again to Time:
"Thou liest in thy throat
All may change, or fall, or climb,
Yet all lives self-retained in change, tho' never so remote.
Yea, the old form I knew
Abideth out of view,
Now first fulfilled in other,
For each is by a brother;
In some alien guise
The dead are risen; lo! to longing eyes,
When Occasion calls aloud
To the Past within the shroud,
When Destiny, the omnipotent, shall wave
Her hand, the Past shall start from his deep grave,
And Memory restore
What seemed in wan Oblivion buried evermore,
Sea that moans for human ravage, ever hungering for more!
All abideth in a sphere
Aloof from mortal eye and ear;
Faith discerns in flowing time
Fair reflex of a holier clime,