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O calm grand eyes, extinguished in a storm,

Blown out like lights o'er melancholy seas,

Though shriek'd for by the shipwrecked.

O my dark!

My Cloud,-to go before me every day,

While I go ever toward the wilderness,

I would that you could see me bare to the soul.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

"Things went on very happily for a