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AN ENVOY TO THE BOOK
If you go for a thousand miles to the right,
And again for a thousand miles,
With your wavering star for single light,
And your soul half tears, half smiles;
Then over a hundred mountains go,
And into a hundred vales,
A pilgrim between the rose and the snow,
The eagles and nightingales;
And again for a thousand miles,
With your wavering star for single light,
And your soul half tears, half smiles;
Then over a hundred mountains go,
And into a hundred vales,
A pilgrim between the rose and the snow,
The eagles and nightingales;
Perhaps you will find in a thousand hours,
If you laugh at the need of rest,
The girl with the heart of breathing flowers
Too fair for a woman's breast.
If you home at last on her gentle knee,
By laces and muslins kissed,
I bid you a voluble blackcap be,
With songs of love-in-a-mist.
If you laugh at the need of rest,
The girl with the heart of breathing flowers
Too fair for a woman's breast.
If you home at last on her gentle knee,
By laces and muslins kissed,
I bid you a voluble blackcap be,
With songs of love-in-a-mist.
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