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8.

Though hence come the moan that he borrows

From darkness and depth of the night,
Though hence be the spring of his sorrows,
Hence too is the joy of his might;
The delight that his doom is for ever
To seek and desire and rejoice,
And the sense that eternity never
Shall silence his voice.

9.

That satiety never may stifle

Nor weariness ever estrange
Nor time be so strong as to rifle
Nor change be so great as to change