And fixedness—without a place;
There were no stars—no earth—no time— 245
No check—no change—no good—no crime
But silence, and a stirless breath
Which neither was of life nor death;
A sea of stagnant idleness,
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A light broke in upon my brain—
It was the carol of a bird;