Lone in a sunless sky;

Mute are the golden woodland throats

Of the birds flitting by.

No voice is audible. The wind

Sleeps in its peace.

No flower of the light can find

Refuge 'neath its trees;

Only the darkening ivy climbs

Mingled with wilding rose,

And cypress, morn and evening, time's

Black shadow throws.

All vacant, and unknown;

Only the dreamer steps

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From stone to hollow stone,

Where the green moss sleeps,

Peers at the river in its deeps,

The eagle lone in the sky,

While the dew of evening drips,

Coldly and silently.

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