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Sound, O Harp of Being, set / Deathless in the winds of time! / All thine ancient part forget, / Wailing lust, and strife, and crime! / Clouds of hate are now sweet rain: / Thou shall never moan again.
Harp of Being, O forget / Hesper dead that played on thee, / All her golden fingers wet / With the blood of misery! / Morning sweeps along thy strings; / Thou art done with yester things.