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100 "Or we'll into the realm of Faery, Among the lovely shades of things; The shadowy forms of mountains bare, And streams, and bowers, and ladies fair, The shades of palaces and kings! OR WILL INTO THE REALM OF FAIRY AMONG THE LOVELY SHADES OF THINGS THE SHADOWY FORMS OF MOUNTAINS BARE AND STREAMS AND BOWERS AND LADIES FAIR THE SHADES OF PALACES AND KINGS
ever;-- How tunefully the forests ring! To hear the earth's soft murmuring Thus could I hang for ever! 75 "Shame on you!" cried my little Boat, "Was ever such a homesick [11] Loon, Within a living Boat to sit, And make no better use of it; A Boat twin-sister of the crescent-moon! 80 [12] "Ne'er in the breast of full-grown Poet Fluttered so faint a heart before;-- Was it the music of the spheres That overpowered your mortal ears? --Such din shall trouble them no more. 85 "These nether precincts do not lack Charms of their own;--then come with me; I want a comrade, and for you There's nothing that I would not do; Nought is there that you shall not see. 90 "Haste! and above Siberian snows We'll sport amid the boreal morning; Will mingle with her lustres gliding Among the stars, the stars now hiding, And now the stars adorning. 95 "I know the secrets of a land Where human foot did never stray; Fair is that land [13] as evening skies, And cool, though in the depth it lies Of burning Africa. FEEL I AM A MAN NEVER DID FIFTY THINGS AT ONCE APPEAR SO LOVELY NEVER NEVER HOW TUNEFULLY THE FORESTS RING TO HEAR THE EARTH'S SOFT MURMURING THUS COULD I HANG FOR EVER SHAME ON YOU CRIED MY LITTLE BOAT WAS EVER SUCH A HOMESICK LOON WITHIN A LIVING BOAT TO SIT AND MAKE NO BETTER USE OF IT A BOAT TWIN SISTER OF THE CRESCENT MOON NE'ER IN THE BREAST A FULL GROWN POET FLUTTERED SO FAINT A HEART BEFORE WAS IT THE MUSIC OF THE SPHERES THAT OVERPOWERED YOUR MORTAL EARS SUCH DIN SHALL TROUBLE THEM NO MORE THESE NETHER PRECINCTS DO NOT LACK CHARMS OF THEIR OWN THEN COME WITH ME I WANT A COMRADE AND FOR YOU THERE IS NOTHING THAT I WOULD NOT DO NOUGHT IS THERE THAT YOU SHALL NOT SEE HASTE AND ABOVE SIBERIAN SNOWS WILL SPORT AMID THE BOREAL MORNING WILL MINGLE WITH HER LUSTRES GLIDING AMONG THE STARS THE STARS NOW HIDING AND NOW THE STARS ADORNING I KNOW THE SECRETS OF A LAND WHERE HUMAN FOOT DID NEVER STRAY FAIR IS THAT LAND AS EVENING SKIES AND COOL THOUGH IN THE DEPTH IT LIES OF BURNING AFRICA
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