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THE DOUBLE VISION OF MICHAEL ROBARTES
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On the grey rock of Cashel the mind's eye
Has called up the cold spirits that are born
When the old moon is vanished from the sky
And the new still hides her horn.
Under blank eyes and fingers never still
The particular is pounded till it is man,
When had I my own will?
Oh, not since life began.
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