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If for ever all eternal,

I could ever know,

Where be the middle part or two,

Of to come or letting go.



If of the sun diurnal,

Did not question whether so,

I would still look for the clues,

Of to come or to let go.



But if tigers sigh,

And tide be high,

And done with public words,

Then I'd cloth no more,

The glistening ore,

Of rhythm slighted sweet.