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of miles away is striking twelve. It brings 

 back memories of bells in New England, 

 where the hour sounds with a slower stroke 

 and an older tone than here. An old moon 

 rises in the clear sky, and the yard takes 

 on a mystery through which the mind's 

 eye reads the way to fairer, greener spots 

 that some long, long day hence it may see 

 with the eye of the body. Or must it be 

 with the spirit eye alone ? 



