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All night as in my dreams I layThe shout of torrents without number
Was in mine ears—‘Away, away,
No time have we for slumber!
The star-beams in our eddies play—
The moon is set: away, away!’
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Through echoing caves and gorges rocking,
The voices of the night and morn
Are crying louder in their scorn,
My tedious languor mocking.
Alas! in vain man's mortal limbs would rise
To join in elemental ecstasies!
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