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They who are deaf to my singing, Who disregard me.-- Let them beware lest the splendor escape them, The glory of light that is back o' the darkness of life, And with it-- The blindness of spirit o'erwhelm them.-- They who reject me, Reject the gleam That goes to the making of Beauty; And put away The loftier impulses of heart and of mind. They shall not possess the dream, the ideal, Of ultimate worlds, That is part of the soul that aspires; That sits with the Spirit of Thought, The radiant presence who weaves, Directed of Destiny, There in the Universe, At its infinite pattern of stars. They shall not know, Not they, The exaltations that make endurable here on the Earth The ponderable curtain of flesh. Not they! Not they!