My songs of old earths dreamy youth:

Of old the world on dreaming fed;

Pierced by my glad singing through,

And to its lips thy story tell,

Where are now the warring kings,

To the cracked tune that Chronos sings,

Grey Truth is now her painted toy;

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Sing, then, for this is also sooth.

Troubling the endless reverie.

Only a sudden flaming word,

Some twisted, echo-harbouring shell.

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THE woods of Arcady are dead,

Buried under the sleepy ground,

Go gather by the humming sea

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Words alone are certain good.

And die a pearly brotherhood;

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And they thy comforters will be.

And I would please the hapless faun,

The whirling ways of stars that pass -

Who follow with the optic glass

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Dream, dream, for this is also sooth.

Walking ghostly in the dew,

Lest all thy toiling only breeds

And still I dream he treads the lawn,

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Has cloven and rent their hearts in twain,

Till they shall singing fade in ruth

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An idle word is now their glory,

Saving in thine own heart. Seek, then,

Thy fretful words a little while,

Seek, then, for this is also sooth,

Where are now the watring kings?

To hunger fiercely after truth,

For fair are poppies on the brow:

Rewording in melodious guile

The wandering earth herself may be

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In clanging space a moment heard,

Word be-mockers? - By the Rood,

Of all the many changing things

Reading some entangled story:

Where daffodil and lily wave,

His shouting days with mirth were crowned;

By the stammering schoolboy said,

And dead is all their human truth.

And over is their antique joy;

I must be gone: there is a grave