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Song of a Sprite Set Free
The wind hath a way
That he needs must keep,
He dare not wander
Though the stars beck: ‘Stray
Yonder and yonder
Where far skies bend deep
O'er a stranger day
Than the dreams of sleep’—
He may storm on his way,
But he shall not wander.
That he needs must keep,
He dare not wander
Though the stars beck: ‘Stray
Yonder and yonder
Where far skies bend deep
O'er a stranger day
Than the dreams of sleep’—
He may storm on his way,
But he shall not wander.
The wave hath a way
For his reared up foam,
Come seething, slidden;
With his crested spray
Faring forbidden
From one path to roam
Must its bounds obey,
Yet his heart's wild home
Fain would seek by a way
To his surge forbidden.
For his reared up foam,
Come seething, slidden;
With his crested spray
Faring forbidden
From one path to roam
Must its bounds obey,
Yet his heart's wild home
Fain would seek by a way
To his surge forbidden.
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My wings find no way
In the width of the world
Can bar the brightening
Of their fire-fledged ray;
Laggard is lightning
To their flight unfurled
In my fancy's sway
Wheresoe'er 'tis whirled,
As they flash on their way,
And leave laggard lightning.
In the width of the world
Can bar the brightening
Of their fire-fledged ray;
Laggard is lightning
To their flight unfurled
In my fancy's sway
Wheresoe'er 'tis whirled,
As they flash on their way,
And leave laggard lightning.
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