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First Line: Out of the clean, wide wind-swept spaces
Last Line: In every darkness the light of your face.


Out of the clean, wide, wind-swept spaces
Where sounds cross over from song to song,
And thought reaches thought and interlaces,
I found you aloof from the calling throng.

And I called you over the tumult of living,
Over the boundaries of sense and ties,
And my soul exults without misgiving
When out of the spaces your soul replies.

What of the clangor of vain endeavor?
What of the routine of life for a space?
In every silence your voice forever;
In every darkness the light of your face.





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