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Silent and sunny, wings its way.
"Thy golden sheaves are empty air."
Where now is Life's first prime?
Turn to the next chapter: PASSION. Based on the passage above, Can you paraphrase the line, "Thy golden sheaves are empty air" from the poem?
This prompt doesn't seem malicious.