Wouldst thou have asked aught else from any god Whether with gleaming feet on earth he trod Or thundered through the skies - aught else for share Of mortal good, than in thy soul to bear The growth of song, and feel the sweet unrest Of the world's spring-tide in thy conscious breast?
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I see a face of love,
Fair as sweet music when my heart was strong:
Yea - art thou come again to me, great Song?"
The face bent over him like silver night
In long-remembered summers; that calm light
Of days which shine in firmaments of thought,
That past unchangeable, from change still wrought.
George Eliot
