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SONG
The flowers that in thy garden rise,
Fade and are gone when Summer flies,
And as their sweets by time decay,
So shall thy hopes be cast away.
Fade and are gone when Summer flies,
And as their sweets by time decay,
So shall thy hopes be cast away.
The Sun that gilds the creeping moss
Stayeth not Earth's eternal loss:
He is the lord of all that live,
Yet there is life he cannot give.
Stayeth not Earth's eternal loss:
He is the lord of all that live,
Yet there is life he cannot give.
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The stir of Morning's eager breath—
Beautiful Eve's impassioned death—
Thou lovest these, thou lovest well,
Yet of the Night thou canst not tell.
Beautiful Eve's impassioned death—
Thou lovest these, thou lovest well,
Yet of the Night thou canst not tell.
In every land thy feet may tread,
Time like a veil is round thy head:
Only the land thou seek'st with me
Never hath been nor yet shall be.
Time like a veil is round thy head:
Only the land thou seek'st with me
Never hath been nor yet shall be.
It is not far, it is not near,
Name it hath none that Earth can hear;
But there thy Soul shall build again
Memories long destroyed of men,
And Joy thereby shall like a river
Wander from deep to deep for ever.
[When she has finished the child runs into her arms.]
Name it hath none that Earth can hear;
But there thy Soul shall build again
Memories long destroyed of men,
And Joy thereby shall like a river
Wander from deep to deep for ever.
Flora.
Your spell has won her, and I marvel not
She was but half our own.
She was but half our own.
[To the Child]
Farewell, dear child,
'Tis time to part, you with this lovely lady
To dance in silver halls, and gather stars
And be the dream you are: while we return
To the old toil and harvest of the Earth.
Farewell! and farewell all!
All.
Farewell! farewell!
[Exeunt omnes.
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