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AN AUTUMN VISION.
It knew not, it saw not, but shadows triune, and evoked
by the strength of their spell
Dark hell, and the mountain of anguish, and heaven that
was hollower and harder than hell.
These are not: the womb of the darkness that bare them
rejects them, and knows them no more:
Thought, fettered in misery and iron, revives in the light
that it lived in of yore.
For the soul that is wisdom and freedom, the spirit of
England redeemed from her past,
Speaks life through the lips of the master and lord of her
children, the first and the last.
Thought, touched by his hand and redeemed by his
breath, sees, hears, and accepts from above
The limitless lightnings of vision and passion, the
measureless music of love.
