Caroling Dusk/After All

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AFTER ALL

After all and after allWhen the song is sungAnd swallowed up in silenceIt were more real unsung. . . .
After all and after allWhen the lips have stirredSuch a little of the thoughtIs transmuted in the word. . . . . .
Suffer not my ears with hearingSuffer not your thoughts with speech.Let us feel into our meaningAnd thus know the all of each.

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