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I spread a snare electric across the ether streams
To catch the dream enchantment with which the darkness teems;
Then down the ancient silence, like zephyrs through the wheat,
The truant tones come drifting melodious and sweet,
For all the heavens are freighted with inspiration light;
The skies are raining music out of the lyric night.
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