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We heard the poets singing in the dark, / We saw their lovely lights toss to and fro, / The while they gathered in their golden Ark / All the bright images of after-glow.... / They struck us magic chords within the wood, / Showed us fair shapes alive with naked light; / They gave us rivers where the dream trees brood / And lovers wander all the starry night.
We turned and faced each other and we said: / "The poets pour us wine -- they do not give us bread."