Congeal under the cold Sun of Suffering,

While Time, playing the flute of Fate,

Charms them, snake-like, and doth bring.

Out of a Cave, beyond Lights and Shades

Present's storm,—made stormier by Future's promises,—

To mingle in the Ocean of Death

Like Sleep, yielding to Dream's caresses.

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In the deeps of Dream

O'er the pool of Sleep

A lone star her face

Seeking, with song-kindled eyes

Her Isle of Rest.

Across the dusky hills

The first flush of waking

Unfurls its silver banner

To signal the Isle for her:

She vanishes, as before, into the fading Night.

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