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In day from some titanic past it seems / As if a thread divine of memory runs; / Born ere the Mighty One began his dreams, / Or yet were stars and suns.
But here an iron will has fixed the bars; / Forgetfulness falls on earth's myriad races: / No image of the proud and morning stars / Looks at us from their faces.
Yet yearning still to reach to those dim heights, / Each dream remembered is a burning-glass, / Where through to darkness from the Light of Lights / Its rays in splendour pass.