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MORTA.
ITHER some conquering magnet brings My soul, from shadowed haunts of Time: Up through an empty space I climb—I soar, and yet I wear no wings.I pause, yet feel no earth beneath; I see nor sun nor moon nor star; I hear no murmurous seas afar;I breathe no zephyr's perfumed breath.
Yet now a humming in my ears,— A woful, wailing, wild refrain; As if the Night, aware of wane,Lamenting, woke the silent spheres.
And lo! a radiance intense Spreads far and wide; so very white, It seems the spirit of a lightDivorced by spirit-law from sense.
