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And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of Shallot.

Forerun thy peers, thy time, and let Thy feet, millenniums hence, be set In midst of knowledge, dream'd not yet.

I wither slowly in thine arms; here at the quiet limit of the world, a white hair'd shadow roaming like a dream.

So runs my dream, but what am I? An infant crying in the night An infant crying for the light And with no language but a cry.