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[1] The sun was high in heaven and Dymer stood / A bright speck on the endless mountain-side, / Till, blossom after blossom, that rich mood / Faded and truth rolled homeward, like a tide / Before whose edge the weak soul fled to hide / In vain, with ostrich head, through many a shape / Of coward fancy, whimpering for escape.
[2] But only for a moment; then his soul / Took the full swell and heaved a dripping prow / Clear of the shattering wave-crest. He was whole. / No veils should hide the truth, no truth should cow / The dear self-pitying heart. "I'll babble now / No longer," Dymer said. "I'm broken in. / Pack up the dreams and let the life begin."