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- THE MAGI
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- NOW as at all times I can see in the mind's eye,
- In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones
- Appear and disappear in the blue depth of the sky
- With all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones,
- And all their helms of Silver hovering side by side,
- And all their eyes still fixed, hoping to find once more,
- Being by Calvary's turbulence unsatisfied,
- The uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor.
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