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We too shall be linked by weeping to the greatness of her past:

But the coming race shall know not, and the fount of tears shall dry,

And the arid heart of man be arid as the desert sky.

So within my mind the darkness dawned and round me everywhere

Hope departed with the twilight, leaving only dumb despair.

NATURAL MAGIC

We are tired who follow after

Phantasy and truth that flies:

You with only look and laughter

Stain our hearts with richest dyes.

When you break upon our study

Vanish all our frosty cares;

As the diamond deep grows ruddy,

Filled with morning unawares.

With the stuff that dreams are made of

But an empty house we build:

Glooms we are ourselves afraid of,

By the ancient starlight chilled.

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