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Who sought thee in the Holy Sepulchre,

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Enfold me in my hour of hours; where those

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And sought through lands and islands numberless years,

And lost the world and Emer for a kiss;

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And him who drove the gods out of their liss,

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Surely thine hour has come, thy great wind blows,

Among pale eyelids, heavy with the sleep

The ancient beards, the helms of ruby and gold

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And tumult of defeated dreams; and deep

The hour of thy great wind of love and hate.

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Feasted, and wept the barrows of his dead;

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Of the crowned Magi; and the king whose eyes

Dwelt among wine-stained wanderers in deep woods:

By a grey shore where the wind never blew,

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That men threshed corn at midnight by a tress,