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He hath lived , and his life hath fashioned the outcome of the deed , For the blossom of the people , and the coming kindreds ' seed . `` Thus-wise the world is fashioned , and the new sun of the morn Where earth last night was desert beholds a kindred born , That to-morrow and to-morrow blossoms all gloriously With many a man and maiden for the kindreds yet to be , And fair the Goth-folk groweth . And yet the story saith That the deeds that make the summer make too the winter 's death , That summer-tides unceasing from out the grave may grow And the spring rise up unblemished from the bosom of the snow . `` Thus as to every kindred the day comes once for all When yesterday it was not , and to-day it builds the hall , So every kindred bideth the night-tide of the day , Whereof it knoweth nothing , e ` en when noon is past away . E'en thus the House of the Wolfings ` twixt dusk and dark doth stand , And narrow is the pathway with the deep on either hand . On the left are the days forgotten , on the right the days to come , And another folk and their story in the stead of the Wolfing home . Do the shadows darken about it , is the even here at last ?