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 Merlin by Edwin Muir 
						O Merlin in your crystal caveDeep in the diamond of the day,
 Will there ever be a singer
 Whose music will smooth away
 The furrow drawn by Adam's finger
 Across the memory and the wave?
 Or a runner who'll outrun
 Man's long shadow driving on,
 Break through the gate of memory
 And hang the apple on the tree?
 Will your magic ever show
 The sleeping bride shut in her bower,
 The day wreathed in its mound of snow
 and Time locked in his tower?
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