Roams pastures deep with asphodel;

His queen is to her slumber gone;

His courtiers mute lie, hewn in stone;

He hath forgot where he did hide

His sceptre in the mountain-side.

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Grey-capped and muttering, mad is he—

The childless King of Never-to-be;

For all his people in the deep

Keep everlasting fast asleep;

And all his realm is foam and rain,

Whispering of what comes not again.

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THE DARK CHATEAU

In dreams a dark château

Stands ever open to me,

In far ravines dream-waters flow,

Descending soundlessly;

Above its peaks the eagle floats,

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