Spirit of “fire and dew,” Whither hast fled? Thy soul they never knew Who call thee dead. Deep thoughts of why and how Shadowed thine eyes: Thou hast the answers now Straight from the skies. Thrilled with a double power, Nature and Art,— Dowered with a double dower, Reason and heart,— Not souls like thine, in vain God fashioneth; Leadeth them forth again, Gently, by death.
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