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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 oer 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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