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And we, whom dreams embolden,

We can but creep and sing

And watch through heaven's waste hollow

The flight no sight may follow

To the utter bourne beholden

Of none that lack thy wing:

And we, whom dreams embolden,

We can but creep and sing.

Our dreams have wings that falter,

Our hearts bear hopes that die;

For thee no dream could better

A life no fears may fetter,

A pride no care can alter,

That wots not whence or why

Our dreams have wings that falter,

Our hearts bear hopes that die.

With joy more fierce and sweeter

Than joys we deem divine

Their lives, by time untarnished,

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