Tenebris Interlucentem

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A linnet who had lost her waySang on a blackened bough in Hell,Till all the ghosts remembered wellThe trees, the wind, the golden day.

At last they knew that they had diedWhen they heard music in that land,And some one there stole forth a handTo draw a brother to his side.

© Flecker James Elroy