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Though all the light were lifted from the land, / And a great darkness lay upon the sea; / Though, groping each for some not-careless hand, / I felt sad men pass over wearily; / Though it were certain dawn would not come in / With the next hour; that after many days / Would no moon rise where the grey clouds grew thin, / Nor any stars resume their ancient ways: / Though all my world was thus, and I more blind / Than the dead, blundering planets raining past, / I know I should not fancy Time unkind; / For you, as once of old you came, at last / Would surely come, and with unfaltering faith / Lead me beyond the dominance of death.