Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 95

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XCV UNITY
The sense of fellowship is grown A radiant mystery.The dark is shot with light; the stone Is light unto the eyes that see.
No more the wild confuséd main Is tossed about with storms of fear.The sea is singing; and the rain Is music to the ears that hear.

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