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Something in me was born before the stars
And saw the sun begin from far away.
Our yellow, local day on its wont jars, / For it hath communed with an absolute day.
Through my Thought's night, as a worn robe's heard trail / That I have never seen, I drag this past / That saw the Possible like a dawn grow pale / On the lost night before it, mute and vast.
It dates remoter than God's birth can reach, / That had no birth but the world's coming after.
So the world's to me as, after whispered speech, / The cause-ignored sudden echoing of laughter.
That 't has a meaning my conjecture knows, / But that 't has meaning's all its meaning shows.