"Come away," the red lips whisper, "all the world is weary now; 'Tis the twilight of the ages and it's time to quit the plough. Oh, the very sunlight's weary ere it lightens up the dew, And its gold is changed and faded before it falls to you. 

 "Though your colleen's heart be tender, a tenderer heart is near. What's the starlight in her glances when the stars are shining clear? Who would kiss the fading shadow when the flower-face glows above? 'Tis the Beauty of all Beauty that is calling for your love." 

 Oh, the great gates of the mountain have opened once again, And the sound of song and dancing falls upon the ears of men, And the Land of Youth lies gleaming flushed with rainbow light and mirth, And the old enchantment lingers in the honey-heart of earth. 

 

 

 FREEDOM 

 I will not follow you, my bird, I will not follow you. I would not breathe a word, my bird, To bring thee here anew. 

 I love the free in thee, my bird, The lure of freedom drew; The light you fly toward, my bird, I fly with thee unto. 

 And there we yet will meet, my bird, Though far I go from you, Where in the light outpoured, my bird, Are love and freedom too. 

 

 

 THE MASTER SINGER 

 A laughter in the diamond air, a music in the trembling grass; And one by one the words of light as joydrops through my being pass: "I am the sunlight in the heart, the silver moon-glow in the mind; My laughter runs and ripples through the wavy tresses of the wind. I am the fire upon the hills, the dancing flame that leads afar Each burning hearted wanderer, and I the dear and homeward star. A myriad lovers died for me, and in their latest yielded breath I woke in glory giving them immortal life though touched by death. They knew me from the dawn of time: if Hermes beats his rainbow wings, If Angus shakes his locks of light, or golden-haired Apollo sings, It matters not the name, the land: 

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