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58 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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{Fays following.) Vailing crest on crest
Down the shadowy height, Earth with shores and seas Dropt, a dwindling gleam. Dusk, and bowery nest, Dawn, and dells dew-bright, What shall bide of these?
(Fays leading.) A dream.
(Fays following.) Fled, ah ! fled, our sight. Yea, but thrills of fire Throbbed adown yon deep, Faint and very far Who shall rede aright ? Say, what wafts us nigher, Beckoning up the steep ?
(Fays leading.) A star.
(Fays following.) List, a star ! a star ! Oh, our goal of light ! Yet the winged shades sweep, Yet the void looms vast. Weary our wild dreams are: When shall cease our flight Soft on shores of sleep ?
(Fays leading.) At last. |
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