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The deep spaces between stars , Fathomless as the cold shadow His mind cast.
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I have known exile and a wild passion Of longing changing to a cold ache. King, beggar and fool , I have been all by turns, Knowing the body's sweetness, the mind 's treason ; Taliesin still, I show you a new world , risen, Stubborn with beauty , out of the heart 's need .
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Man is a dream about a shadow. But when some splendour falls upon him from God, a glory comes to him and his life is sweet.
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Deliver me from the long drought
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I have seen the sun break through
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You have to imagine
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I have been all men known to history,
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The meaning is in the waiting.
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Is there a place here for the spirit ? Is there time on this brief platform for anything other than mind 's failure to explain itself?
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Sunlight 's a thing that needs a window Before it enter a dark room. Windows don't happen." So two old poets, Hunched at their beer in the low haze Of an inn parlour, while the talk ran Noisily by them, glib with prose.
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You cannot find the centre Where we dance , where we play, Where life is still asleep Under the closed flower , Under the smooth shell Of eggs in the cupped nest That mock the faded blue Of your remoter heaven .
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I turn now
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somewhere within sight of the tree of poetry that is eternity wearing the green leaves of time .
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