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He Nears the Goal

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How the red bells rang         As I neared the Chaos-shore!         As I flew across to the end of the West         The young bells rang and rang         Above the Chaos roar,         And the Wings of the Morning         Beat in tune         And bore me like a bird along -         And the nearing star turned to a moon -         Gray moon, with a brow of red -         Gray moon with a golden song.         Like a diver after pearls         I plunged to that stifling floor.         It was wide as a giant's wheat-field         An icy, wind-washed shore.         O laughing, proud, but trembling star!         O wind that wounded sore!

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