‘Cold springs among black ruins? Who shall say’  34483

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  • from The Burning of the Leaves (number 3)
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  • first line (public domain):
    Cold springs among black ruins? Who shall say
    Whither or whence they stream?
    If if could be that such translated light
    As comes about a dreamer when he dreams—
    And he believes with a belief intense
    What morning will deride—if such a light
    Of neither night nor day
    Nor moon nor sun
    Shone here, it would accord with what it broods upon,—
    Disjected fragments of magnificence!
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