Trances that touched the mortal sense of Time To nothing; and Eternity looked in To the inmost of my soul, There seemed no lifting of a hand but had Its shadow vast in heaven—— Guenevere Guenevere We are sinners all. Put these black dreams behind you—— Launcelot Launcelot And no deed But, like a wave that writes upon the sand Ebbed from its naked witness, I remembered What in the fault and soilure of our nature I have wrought amiss. Guenevere, I am afraid To see my very self, as God sees it. Guenevere Guenevere That is God’s business. He has made us flesh.
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