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NOON'S DREAM-SONG
The day is long; the worn Noon dreams.
He shifts in vain, to ease his pain,
And, through what seems, he hears a song:
He shifts in vain, to ease his pain,
And, through what seems, he hears a song:
A forest song, whose high note seems
To tell of pain, endured in vain,
And fills his dreams with things lost long.
To tell of pain, endured in vain,
And fills his dreams with things lost long.
A dead love seems to thrill that song;
Hope nursed in vain, years passed in pain,
Leaves fallen long, a tide that dreams.
Hope nursed in vain, years passed in pain,
Leaves fallen long, a tide that dreams.
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Then, as he dreams, the shades grow long;
And, in his pain, he moans in vain
While fades the song of what but seems.
And, in his pain, he moans in vain
While fades the song of what but seems.
E.
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