For gems the starry dust of night.'

'The breath of joy unceasingly

Waves to and fro its folds starlit,

And far beyond earth's misery

I live and breathe the joy of it.'

THE TWILIGHT OF EARTH

The wonder of the world is o'er:

The magic from the sea is gone:

There is no unimagined shore,

No islet yet to venture on.

The Sacred Hazels' blooms are shed,

The Nuts of Knowledge harvested.

Oh, what is worth this lore of age

If time shall never bring us back

Our battle with the gods to wage

Reeling along the starry track.

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The battle rapture here goes by

In warring upon things that die.

Let be the tale of him whose love

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