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Music And Sleep.

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These have a life that hath no part in death; These circumscribe the soul and make it strong; Between the breathing of a dream and song, Building a world of beauty in a breath. Unto the heart the voice of this one saith Ideals, its emotions live among; Unto the mind the other speaks a tongue Of visions, where the guess, we christen faith, May face the fact of immortality As may a rose its unembodied scent, Or star its own reflected radiance. We do not know these save unconsciously. To whose mysterious shadows God hath lent No certain shape, no certain countenance.

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