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| BEARDED with dewy grass the mountains thrust | |
| Their blackness high into the still grey light, | |
| Deepening to blue: far up the glimmering height | |
| In silver transience shines the starry dust. | |
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| Silent the sheep about me; fleece by fleece | 5 |
| They sleep and stir not: I with awe around | |
| Wander uncertain o’er the giant mound, | |
| A fire that moves between their peace and peace. | |
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| The city myriads dream or sleep below; | |
| Aloft another day has but begun: | 10 |
| Under the radiance of the Midnight Sun | |
| The Tree of Life put forth its leaves to grow. | |
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| Wiser than they below who dream or sleep? | |
| I know not; but their day is dream to me, | |
| And in their darkness I awake to see | 15 |
| A Thought that moves like light within the deep. | |
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| Only from dream to dream our spirits pass: | |
| Well, let us rise and fly from sphere to sphere; | |
| Some one of all unto the light more near | |
| Mirrors the Dreamer in its glowing glass. | 20 |
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