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While someone exhorts us
In song to sing to God,
I've looked askance and asked, is he
Among us here or not?
And found that question, off its no-man's land
Uptaken then in hand,
Lies with sheep in shade,
And takes its rest in space,
Beneath a large-leafed chestnut, bright
With burning candles, placed
At intervals upon it, by that same hand,
Which forms from sea dry land.
Can it be we have
A second chance of rest?
I labour to hear a voice whose sworn
Obscurity you blessed,
Like a bright cloud above unharvested grain,
A clear heat after rain.
Edward Clarke’s latest book is called The Vagabond Spirit of Poetry.
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