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The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse

…nding day Tiare ome oo rom ye that fearful ihe Was not the Sun: my life has been the death, ‘This death may be the life: my spirit sight Knows that at last, at least. My doubtful breath Is breathing in a nobler air; I know, Tinowit in my soul, despite of thi ‘The clinging darkness of the Long Ago, Cruel as death, and closer than a kis, ‘This horror of great darkness. Iam come Into this darkness to attain the light: ‘To gain my voice I make myself as dumb: ‘That I may see I close my outer sight: So, Lam here. My brows are bent in prayer: Vineel …