 | Poems and Dramas by "Fiona MacLeod" (William Sharp) |  |
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CANTILENA MUNDI
Where the rainbows rise through sunset rains
By shores forlorn of isles forgot,
A solitary Voice complains
“The world is here, the world is not.”
By shores forlorn of isles forgot,
A solitary Voice complains
“The world is here, the world is not.”
The Voice the Wind is, or the sea,
Or the Spirit of the sundown West:
Or is it but a breath set free
From off the Islands of the Blest?
Or the Spirit of the sundown West:
Or is it but a breath set free
From off the Islands of the Blest?
It may be: but I turn my face
To that which still I hold so dear:
And lo, the voices of the days—
“The World is not, the World is here.”
To that which still I hold so dear:
And lo, the voices of the days—
“The World is not, the World is here.”
'Tis the same end whichever way,
And either way is soon forgot:
“The World is all in all To-day,
To-morrow all the World is not.”
And either way is soon forgot:
“The World is all in all To-day,
To-morrow all the World is not.”
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