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| TARRY thou yet, late lingerer in the twilight’s glory: | |
| Gay are the hills with song: earth’s faery children leave | |
| More dim abodes to roam the primrose-hearted eve, | |
| Opening their glimmering lips to breathe some wondrous story. | |
| Hush, not a whisper! Let your heart alone go dreaming. | 5 |
| Dream unto dream may pass: deep in the heart alone | |
| Murmurs the Mighty One his solemn undertone. | |
| Canst thou not see adown the silver cloudland streaming | |
| Rivers of faery light, dewdrop on dewdrop falling, | |
| Star-fire of silver flames, lighting the dark beneath? | 10 |
| And what enraptured hosts burn on the dusky heath! | |
| Come thou away with them for Heaven to Earth is calling. | |
| These are Earth’s voice—her answer—spirits thronging. | |
| Come to the Land of Youth: the trees grown heavy there | |
| Drop on the purple wave the starry fruit they bear. | 15 |
| Drink: the immortal waters quench the spirit’s longing. | |
| Art thou not now, bright one, all sorrow past, in elation, | |
| Made young with joy, grown brother-hearted with the vast, | |
| Whither thy spirit wending flits the dim stars past | |
| Unto the Light of Lights in burning adoration. | 20 |
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