Our loving eyes could still pierce through;

And see through dusky shadows still

Move as of old your wild sweet will,

Impatient every heart to win

And flash its heavenly radiance in.'

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Though all the worlds were sunk in rest

The ruddy star within his breast

Would croon its tale of ancient pain,

Its sorrow that would never wane,

Its memory of the days of yore

Moulded in beauty evermore.

Ah, immortality so blind,

To dream all things with it conjoined

Must follow it from star to star

And share with it immortal years.

The memory, yearning, grief, and tears,

Fall from it and it goes afar.

He walked at night along the sands,

And saw the stars dance overhead,

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