Who from oblivion's profundities

Rise up, and round are crowding,

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"I say, Immortal do I hold your will!

Its gathered might ascending

Is sacred with the unconquerable might

Of God—who sees its ending;

"Of God—on whose strong Vine, Heredity,

Rooted in Voids primeval,

The world climbs ever to some great To-Be

Of passion or reprieval."

I said—and on night's infinite beheld

Silence alone beside me;

And majesty of greater meanings welled

Into my soul, to guide me.

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[Pg 53]

AT STRATFORD

I could not sleep. The wind poured in my ear

Immortal names—Lear, Hamlet, Hal, Macbeth,

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