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1880–1943

MY SOUL, THE DEATHLESS

Radclyffe Hall

Hush! my soul is singing; Through the still night ringing Sounds its voice. Till the dark in wonder

Seemeth cleft asunder, And the stars rejoice. E'en the air is breathless, For my soul, the deathless,

Sings of thee. Beats its wings of fire, In the vast desire For eternity.

Lifts its eyes of splendour Full of deep surrender For thy sake. Bids me let it press thee

In its arms, and bless thee Till thy love awake.

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