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Like winds or waters were her ways:

The flowing tides, the airy streams,

Are troubled not by any dreams;

They know the circle of their days.

 

Like winds or waters were her ways:

They heed not immemorial cries;

They move to their high destinies

Beyond the little voice that prays.

 

She passed into her secret goal,

And left behind a soul that trod

In darkness, knowing not of God,

But craving for its sister soul.

 

~ George W. Russell ~

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