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DREAM-WORLD
Dear, beautiful, far Land!
Where all these foot-sore, world-bent wanderers go,
Leaving their burden and the restless woe
Of the fierce flying sand!
Where all these foot-sore, world-bent wanderers go,
Leaving their burden and the restless woe
Of the fierce flying sand!
Thither all travel: there
Grey thorn-crowned kings find quick content, uncrowned;
The goaded slave, his treadmill bands unbound,
Breathes its unguarded air.
Grey thorn-crowned kings find quick content, uncrowned;
The goaded slave, his treadmill bands unbound,
Breathes its unguarded air.
Thither go glad at night
All hapless exiles in this foreign mart,
Finding the old ways reopened in each heart
Into forgotten light.
All hapless exiles in this foreign mart,
Finding the old ways reopened in each heart
Into forgotten light.
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There the lost child is found: ...
O gentle school-boy, vanished from our sight,
Fling your gay ball and fly your happy kite
In that enchanted ground!
O gentle school-boy, vanished from our sight,
Fling your gay ball and fly your happy kite
In that enchanted ground!
There, fast as in far years,
Are fallen heart-temples, fond-remembered homes:
Through Death-locked doors each face familiar comes
Smiling—we wake with tears!
Are fallen heart-temples, fond-remembered homes:
Through Death-locked doors each face familiar comes
Smiling—we wake with tears!
... How far, yet near, it seems!—
This dusty world struck underfoot away—
Circling lost suns, and sweet with happier day,
The holy sphere of dreams!
This dusty world struck underfoot away—
Circling lost suns, and sweet with happier day,
The holy sphere of dreams!
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