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Thomas Hardy - "According to the Mighty Working"
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I

When moiling seems at cease
In the vague void of night-time,
And heaven`s wide roomage stormless
Between the dusk and light-time,
And fear at last is formless,
We call the allurement Peace.

II

Peace, this hid riot, Change,
This revel of quick-cued mumming,
This never truly being,
This evermore becoming,
This spinner`s wheel onfleeing
Outside perception`s range.
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