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Life

Me, in the midst of dateless centuries,
By Love concealed,
Now, newly swathed in mortal destinies,
Hath Time revealed.


A breathing space, a silence, and behold
What I have been,
Unswathed, the circling centuries enfold,
Again unseen.


With Days & Nights brief fellowship was mine;
But unto thee
I come, a child inseparably thine,
Eternity.

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