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Veni Creator

If you do come no more
I am as darkly dead as those
Who stand upon the silent shore
Where no speech quivers, and repose
Is a poor wind that now no longer blows

If you do come again
With April come and in her pure
Life-waters I may dip the pen
And so immortally endure
Oh I who was wise am ignorant-poor.

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