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34966	Manning, Frederic	Eidola			.txt	text/plain	7477	691	96	For in thee the souls of slain men are singing exultant, Blow, thou great wind, scatter the yellowing leaves. Earth held thee not, whom now the gray seas hold, Sea-blue thine eyes, and bright as hawk's are, Yet frail thy face as an image in clear water But thy face sings to me from the slim flames My soul said unto me: Yea, God is wise Love, thou hast snared me in thy golden toil, Thy face, which love renews ever with loveliness, How may love snare thy soul, or know the ways thereof? In thy clear love's eternity. Yea, like a bee, my heart hath fed on the honey of flowers Who shall forget thee having seen thy face? And thy beauty a shadow, that the wind breaketh. Praise my sweet grave gods of the blue, and the earth-born! To see thee pass: thou being all my song.	./cache/34966.txt	./txt/34966.txt