When he wakes, the dreamy-hearted,

He will know not whence he came,

And the light from which he parted

Be the seraph's sword of flame,

And behind it hosts supernal

Guarding the lost paradise,

And the tree of life eternal

From the weeping human eyes.

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THE WINDS OF ANGUS

The grey road whereupon we trod became as holy ground:

The eve was all one voice that breathed its message with no sound:

And burning multitudes pour through my heart, too bright, too blind,

Too swift and hurried in their flight to leave their tale behind.

Twin gates unto that living world, dark honey-coloured eyes

The lifting of whose lashes flushed the face with paradise—

Beloved, there I saw within their ardent rays unfold

The likeness of enraptured birds that flew from deeps of gold

To deeps of gold within my breast to rest or there to be

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