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Love of the light compels the lark to sing

And brims his tiny body with a spark;

The nightingale draws music from a spring

Out of the bosom of the belovèd dark;

But on man's twofold nature God has breathed

The double soul of beauty like a spell,

And dark in light or light in darkness sheathed

His spirit still must sing the miracle.