Deep in the desert's misery,
far in the fury of the sand,
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You saw perched on a cliff a maid,
Her raiment white above the breakers,
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Where the sea forever dances
Over lonely cliff and dune,
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Not long ago, in a charming dream,
I saw myself -- a king with crown's treasure;
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My voice that is for you the languid one, and gentle,
Disturbs the velvet of the dark night's mantle,
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Longing for spiritual springs,
I dragged myself through desert sands…
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He's blessed, who lives in peace, that's distant
From the ignorant fobs with calls,
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Did you attend? He sang by grove ripe -
The bard of love, the singer of his mourning.
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She substituted, by a chance,
For empty "you" -- the gentle "thou";
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The chain of golden days and nights
Is still your heritage from Deity,
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I shed my tears; my tears – my consolation;
And I am silent; my murmur is dead,
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What is my name to you? 'T will die:
a wave that has but rolled to reach
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In alien lands I keep the body
Of ancient native rites and things:
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A lot of us were on the bark:
Some framed a sail for windy weather,
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Bound for your distant home
you were leaving alien lands.
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What's friendship? The hangover's faction,
The gratis talk of outrage,
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I loved you; even now I must confess,
Some embers of my love their fire retain;
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I saw the Death, and she was seating
By quiet entrance at my own home,
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What means my name to you?...T'will die
As does the melancholy murmur
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Oh, Morpheus, give me joy till morning
For my forever painful love:
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In my youth's years, she loved me, I am sure.
The flute of seven pipes she gave in my tenure
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One half Milord, one half in trade,
One half a sage, one half a dunce,
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When the loud day for men who sow and reap
Grows still, and on the silence of the town
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My voice, to which love lends a tenderness and yearing, Disturbs night's dreamy calm ... Pale at my bedside burning,
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A magic moment I remember:
I raised my eyes and you were there,
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If I walk the noisy streets, Or enter a many thronged church,
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Gift haphazard, unavailing,
Life, why were thou given me?
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The storm wind covers the sky Whirling the fleecy snow drifts,
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The days drag on, each moment multiplies Within my wounded heart the pain and sadness
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A Drama in Verse
DRAMATIS PERSONAE
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