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  • Spend in pure converse our eternal day;
    Think each in each, immediately wise;
    Learn all we lacked before; hear, know, and say
    What this tumultuous body now denies;
    And feel, who have laid our groping hands away;
    And see, no longer blinded by our eyes.

    Rupert Brooke (2010). “Collected Poems”, p.114, The Oleander Press