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To live in the horizon thou may'st set;
Ah, lady, when I gave my heart.html">heart to thee,
SHINE ON
Shine on, O sun! Sing on, O birds of song!
Not wholly sad, most like a tender rune
Looked out towards his England, and then drew
From twilight unto morning of his love.html">love.
Go, then, beloved, bearing as you go
More summer.html">summer flowers than dead leaves 'neath the snow;
That tell of hopes from which you raised the shroud.
HE that hath pleasant dreams.html">dreams is more fortunate
--Egyptian Proverb.
Thy memory as a golden amulet
Of winter tones, when summer time is here.
And yet, my heart arises from the dark,
To seaward, and a sprite malevolent
Burning in love's areanum; 'twas a cry
But now between the warring strings there grows
THE THOUSAND THINGS
Here one by one come back the thousand things
Love summons them here straightway to divorce
To this place came she with slow-gliding grace;
And these sweet notes she sang me for a charm."
I treasure up her words, and say them o'er
Upon the Loire; I see the gems she wore,
The ruby shining at her queenly throat;
And hear her laughter ringing through the trees.
Save in my dreams. There it was vast and lone,
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