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 | Poems and Dramas by "Fiona MacLeod" (William Sharp) |  |
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THE SECRET DEWS
Poor little songs, children of sorrow, go.
A wind may take you up, and blow you far.
My heart will go with you, too, wherever you go.
A wind may take you up, and blow you far.
My heart will go with you, too, wherever you go.
As the little leaves in the wood, they pass:
The wind has lifted them, and the wind is gone.
Have I too not heard the wind come, and pass?
The wind has lifted them, and the wind is gone.
Have I too not heard the wind come, and pass?
The secret dews fall under the Evening-Star,
And there is peace I know in the west: yet, if there be no dawn,
The secret dews fall under the Evening-Star.
And there is peace I know in the west: yet, if there be no dawn,
The secret dews fall under the Evening-Star.
| Poems and Dramas by "Fiona MacLeod" (William Sharp) | |