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from Shadows

And if tonight my soul may find her peace

in sleep, and sink in good oblivion,

and in the morning wake like a new-opened flower

then I have been dipped again in God, and new-created.

then I shall know that my life is moving still

with the dark earth, and drenched

with the deep oblivion of earth's lapse and renewal.

then I must know that still

I am in the hands of the unknown God,

he is breaking me down to his own oblivion

to send me forth on a new morning, a new man.