In the uncertain hour before the morning Near the — T. S. Eliot

In the uncertain hour before the morning Near the ending of interminable night At the recurrent end of the unending After the dark dove with the flickering tongue Had passed below the horizon of his homing.

Four Quartets. Little Gidding, II

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