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<h2> ABOVE THE DIN </h2>
<p>Silence sits often on me as I touch<br/>
Her presence; I am like a bird that hears<br/>
A note diviner than it knows, and fears<br/>
To share the larger harmony too much.<br/>
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My soul leaps up, as to a sudden sound<br/>
A long-lost traveller, when, by her grace,<br/>
I learn of her life’s sweetness face to face,<br/>
And sweep the chords of sympathies profound.<br/>
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Her regal nature calmly holds its height<br/>
Above life’s din, while moving in its maze.<br/>
Unworthy thoughts would die within her sight,<br/>
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And mean deeds creep to darkness from her gaze.<br/>
Yet only in my dreams can I set down<br/>
The word that gives her nobleness a crown.<br/></p>
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