It Shall Be

It shall be. Although far away the sound Dies in the infinite silence of the sky, Although obscure, and hid in the profound, Our days stream outwards, onwards, and pass by. It shall be. Behold a new world is made Out of the old, and the old dieth not; For though the mountain-forms and flowers fade, Ageless remains the far-informing Thought. Ah! when this troublous dream and mortal sleep Fades from our eyelids, and the end is near, Down through the spaceless void and starry steep Instinct with Love the dreaming soul shall hear One whispered word; and all the past shall be Up-gathered into Love’s eternity.

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