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FIXED is the doom; and to the last of years / Teacher and taught, friend, lover, parent, child, / Each walks, though near, yet separate; each beholds / His dear ones shine beyond him like the stars.
We also, love, forever dwell apart; / With cries approach, with cries behold the gulph, / The Unvaulted; as two great eagles that do wheel in air / Above a mountain, and with screams confer, / Far heard athwart the cedars.
Yet the years / Shall bring us ever nearer; day by day / Endearing, week by week, till death at last / Dissolve that long divorce. By faith we love, / Not knowledge; and by faith, though far removed, / Dwell as in perfect nearness, heart to heart.
We but excuse / Those things we merely are; and to our souls / A brave deception cherish.
So from unhappy war a man returns / Unfearing, or the seaman from the deep; / So from cool night and woodlands to a feast / May someone enter, and still breathe of dews, / And in her eyes still wear the dusky night.