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THE WIND-HARP
Lofty and vast and still
Closes the welcome night;
The crags grow cold on the hill,
The snows grow firm on the height;
Closes the welcome night;
The crags grow cold on the hill,
The snows grow firm on the height;
The streams to the valley leap,
Chafing among the stones,
Lulling the world asleep
Soft, with Æolian tones.
Chafing among the stones,
Lulling the world asleep
Soft, with Æolian tones.
Gone is the pitiless glare,
Branding the shameless earth,
All her reckless despair,
All her intolerant mirth.
Branding the shameless earth,
All her reckless despair,
All her intolerant mirth.
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All things slumber and take
Strength that shall cope with time;
Only I linger awake,
Stringing the listless rhyme.
Strength that shall cope with time;
Only I linger awake,
Stringing the listless rhyme.
Whether I wake or dream,
Whether I fly or crawl,
Still I float with the stream,
Still I am one with all.
Whether I fly or crawl,
Still I float with the stream,
Still I am one with all.
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