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| WHERE are now the dreams divine, | |
| Fires that lit the dawning soul, | |
| As the ruddy colours shine | |
| Through an opal aureole? | |
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| Moving in a joyous trance, | 5 |
| We were like the forest glooms | |
| Rumorous of old romance, | |
| Fraught with unimagined dooms. | |
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| Titans we or morning stars, | |
| So we seemed in days of old, | 10 |
| Mingling in the giant wars | |
| Fought afar in deeps of gold. | |
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| God, an elder brother dear, | |
| Filled with kindly light our thought: | |
| Many a radiant form was near | 15 |
| Whom our hearts remember not. | |
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| Would they know us now? I think | |
| Old companions of the prime | |
| From our garments well might shrink, | |
| Muddied with the lees of Time. | 20 |
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| Fade the heaven-assailing moods: | |
| Slave to petty tasks I pine | |
| For the quiet of the woods, | |
| And the sunlight seems divine. | |
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| And I yearn to lay my head | 25 |
| Where the grass is green and sweet, | |
| Mother, all the dreams are fled | |
| From the tired child at thy feet. | |
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