Where the rabbits pattered near,

Shone a temple and a tomb

With the legend carven clear:

'Time put by a myriad fates

That her day might dawn in glory.

Death made wide a million gates

So to close her tragic story.'

BY THE MARGIN OF THE GREAT DEEP

When the breath of twilight blows to flame the misty skies,

All its vaporous sapphire, violet glow, and silver gleam,

With their magic flood me through the gateway of the eyes;

I am one with the twilight's dream.

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When the trees and skies and fields are one in dusky mood,

Every heart of man is wrapt within the mother's breast:

Full of peace and sleep and dreams in the vasty quietude,

I am one with their hearts at rest.

From our immemorial joys of hearth and home and love

Strayed away along the margin of the unknown tide,

All its reach of soundless calm can thrill me far above

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