They passed, they passed, they passed
Grey darkening
On the walls sliding:
The Miter wearing had they on their heads
As stars shone the diamonds
Of Beauty in it
‘Forego! Forego! '
Said the Voice from the Heavens immense
‘And once that you forego, you will lose
Not'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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