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The Planes, side view

 

The Planes, side view

 

 

I saw the single shape of Truth
Drop down
One coal of Love
Upon the tongues of scholars and poor saints
Unknown
— Hang glistening there and scar
Them mute:
Unsung
Are all its glories then, its fruit
A Silence lovelier than fire.
— Filis

 

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