Dim farewells—the last, the last?

Come, come away, the night is falling;

'Come, come away, the day is past.'

See, I am ready, Twilight voices!

Child of the spirit-world am I;

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How should I fear you? my soul rejoices,

O speak plainer! O draw nigh!

Fain would I fly!

Tell me your message, Ye who are calling

Out of the dimness vague and vast;

Lift me, take me,—the night is falling;

Quick, let us go,—the day is past.

THE LOVER AND BIRDS

Within a budding grove,

In April's ear sang every bird his best,

But not a song to pleasure my unrest,

Or touch the tears unwept of bitter love;

Some spake, methought, with pity, some as if in jest.

To every word

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