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    “WHERE ARE they gone that did delight in honour Abrupt and absolute as an epic ends, What light of the Last Things, like death at morning, Crowns the true lovers and the tragic friends? Young priests with eager faces bright as eagles, Poor scholars of the harp-string, strict and strong, All the huge thirst of things irrevocable And all the…