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Yea, and as thought of some departed friend

By death or distance parted will descend,

Severing, in crowded rooms ablaze with light,

As by a magic screen, the seër from the sight

(Palsying the nerves that intervene

The eye and central sense between);

So may the ear,

Hearing not hear,

Though drums do roll, and pipes and cymbals ring;

So the bare conscience of the better thing

Unfelt, unseen, unimaged, all unknown,

May fix the entrancèd soul ’mid multitudes alone.