Then wait—as some freed soul might wait

At heaven’s gate.

Nowhere on earth—nowhere

On sea or air,

Do I as easily escape

This earthly shape,

As here upon the white

And dizzy height

Of utmost worship, where it seems

Too still for dreams.

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When Days Are Long

WHEN twilight late delayeth,

W

And morning wakes in song,

And fields are full of daisies,

I know the days are long;

When Toil is stretched at nooning,

Where leafy pleasures throng,

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