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Here was a man who watched the river flow Pa

Here was a man who watched the river flow
Past the huge town one gray November day.
Round him in narrow high piled streets at play
The boys made merry as they saw him go
Murmuring half loud with eyes upon the stream
The immortal screed he held within his hand.
For he was walking in an April land
With Faust and Helen. Shadowy as a dream
Was the prose world the river and the town.
Wild joy possessed him through enchanted skies
He saw the cranes of Ibycus swoop down.
He closed the page he lifted up his eyes
Lo a black line of birds in wavering thread
Bore him the greetings of the deathless dead!.

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