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BEHIND me dips Eternity,Before me Immortality,Myself the term between—Death but the drift of Eastern grayDissolving into dawn awayBefore the West begins.
'Tis Kingdom—afterwards—they say,In perfect pauseless monarchy,Whose Prince is son of none—Himself His dateless dynasty,Himself, Himself diversifyIn duplicate divine.
'Tis Miracle before me, then,Then Miracle behind, between,A crescent is the seaWith midnight to the north of herAnd midnight to the south of her,And maelstrom in the sky.
