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THE SIREN
Rest thee in a field of fountains:
Wanderer, wilt thou further go?
Range the large and lonely mountains?
“Ah, no, no!”
Wanderer, wilt thou further go?
Range the large and lonely mountains?
“Ah, no, no!”
Here the welling wave shall strengthen
Thee, to brave the further stress;
Rest thee, till the shadows lengthen:—
“Ah, yes, yes!”
Thee, to brave the further stress;
Rest thee, till the shadows lengthen:—
“Ah, yes, yes!”
See, the angry sun grows stronger,
Faintly smiles the weary day;
Wanderer, rest a little longer;
Ah, stay, stay!
Faintly smiles the weary day;
Wanderer, rest a little longer;
Ah, stay, stay!
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See, the place of storms, the hated
Ridge, with high and hungry crest:
Thou art even now belated:
So rest, rest!
Ridge, with high and hungry crest:
Thou art even now belated:
So rest, rest!
“Nay, alas! I fear to lose me
In the hot land's drowsy breath:
But a dreadful voice pursues me
Saying ‘Death, Death,’
In the hot land's drowsy breath:
But a dreadful voice pursues me
Saying ‘Death, Death,’
“Through the wide and wintry heaven,
To the aching vales of frost,
Where the wind shall wail at even,
Crying ‘Lost, Lost.’”
To the aching vales of frost,
Where the wind shall wail at even,
Crying ‘Lost, Lost.’”
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