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GOSSAMERS
In the breathing of a breath—
How, who shall say?
Ghostly mist has flowered
Into flaming day.
How, who shall say?
Ghostly mist has flowered
Into flaming day.
Dewy from furze to furze
Gossamers are spun,
Frail forgotten threads
Of moonshine in the sun.
Gossamers are spun,
Frail forgotten threads
Of moonshine in the sun.
As I stray, I stop;
And suddenly I seem
With all I am on earth
To have become a dream,
And suddenly I seem
With all I am on earth
To have become a dream,
And mingle with the dreams
Wandering silent air
Out of the souls of men,
None knows nor guesses where.
Wandering silent air
Out of the souls of men,
None knows nor guesses where.
No human voice is heard;
Yet the air is full, full
Of sighs, desires, and want,
And hope invisible.
Yet the air is full, full
Of sighs, desires, and want,
And hope invisible.
Each thinks to be alone;
Yet separate is none.
Of such a quivering web
The human soul is spun.
Yet separate is none.
Of such a quivering web
The human soul is spun.
Loose as the idle clouds
My thoughts float as they may.
Now I am here, and now
Ten thousand miles away.
My thoughts float as they may.
Now I am here, and now
Ten thousand miles away.
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