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OUT of the darkness, fretted sometimes in its sleeping, | |
Jets of sparks in fountains of blue come leaping | |
To sight, revealing a secret, numberless secrets keeping. | |
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Sometimes the darkness trapped within a wheel | |
Runs into speed like a dream, the blue of the steel | 5 |
Showing the rocking darkness now a-reel. | |
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And out of the invisible, streams of bright blue drops | |
Rain from the showery heavens, and bright blue crops | |
Surge from the under-dark to their ladder-tops. | |
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And all the manifold blue and joyous eyes, | 10 |
The rainbow arching over in the skies, | |
New sparks of wonder opening in surprise. | |
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All these pure things come foam and spray of the sea | |
Of Darkness abundant, which shaken mysteriously, | |
Breaks into dazzle of living, as dolphins that leap from the sea | 15 |
Of midnight shake it to fire, so the secret of death we see.
THE END | |
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