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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