BIRTHDAY ODE.
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From dawn to morning of the soul in flower,
Through toils and dreams and visions, to that hour
When all the deeps were opened, and one doom
Took two sweet lives to embrace them and entomb,
The strong song plies its wing
That makes the darkness ring
And the deep light reverberate sound as deep;
Song soft as flowers or grass more soft than sleep,
Song bright as heaven above the mounting bird,
Song like a god's tears heard310
Falling, fulfilled of life and death and light,
And all the stars and all the shadow of night.
Till, when its flight hath past ep. 8
Time's loftiest mark and last,
The goal where good kills evil with a kiss,
