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  • I think continually of those who were truly great . Who, from the womb, remembered the soul 's history Through corridors of light where the hours are suns , Endless and singing. Whose lovely ambition Was that their lips, still touched with fire , Should tell of the spirit clothed from head to foot in song .

    Stephen Spender (2015). “Selected Poems of Stephen Spender”, p.23, Faber & Faber