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Long we regarded one another, knowing that we should meet no more, for my fancy is weakening as the years slip by, and I go ever more seldom into the Lands of Dream. LONG WE REGARDED ONE ANOTHER KNOWING THAT WE SHOULD MEET NO MORE FOR MY FANCY IS WEAKENING AS THE YEARS SLIP BY AND I GO EVER MORE SELDOM INTO THE LANDS OF DREAM
land of wonders. And soon the twilight gave place to the coming out of stars, and the colours of Bar-Wul-Yann went dwindling away. And the sight of those cliffs was to me as some chord of music that a master's hand had launched from the violin, and which carries to Heaven or Faëry the tremulous spirits of men. And now by the shore they anchored and went no further, for they were sailors of the river and not of the sea, and knew the Yann but not the tides beyond. And the time was come when the captain and I must part, he to go back to his fair Belzoond in sight of the distant peaks of the Hian Min, and I to find my way by strange means back to those hazy fields that all poets know, wherein stand small mysterious cottages through whose windows, looking westwards, you may see the fields of men, and looking eastwards see glittering elfin mountains, tipped with snow, going range on range into the region of Myth, and beyond it into the kingdom of Fantasy, which pertain to the Lands of Dream.  EYE BEHELD AND THIS IN A LAND OF WONDERS AND SOON THE TWILIGHT GAVE PLACE TO THE COMING OUT OF STARS AND THE COLORS OF BARBU YAN WENT TWINDLING AWAY AND THE SIGHT OF THOSE CLIFFS WAS TO ME AS SOME CHORD OF MUSIC THAT A MASTER'S HAND HAD LAUNCHED FROM THE VIOLIN AND WHICH CARRIES TO HEAVEN OR FAIRY THE TREMULOUS SPIRITS OF MEN AND NOW BY THE SHORE THEY ANCHORED AND WENT NO FURTHER FOR THEY WERE SAILORS OF THE RIVER AND NOT OF THE SEA AND KNEW THE YAN BUT NOT THE TIDES BEYOND AND THE TIME WAS COME WHEN THE CAPTAIN AND I MUST PART HE TO GO BACK TO HIS FAIR BELZOUND IN SIGHT OF THE DISTANT PEAKS OF THE YON MEN AND I TO FIND MY WAY BY STRANGE MEANS BACK TO THOSE HAZY FIELDS THAT ALL POETS KNOW WHEREIN STAND SMALL MYSTERIOUS COTTAGES THROUGH WHOSE WINDOWS LOOKING WESTWARDS YOU MAY SEE THE FIELDS OF MEN AND LOOKING EASTWARD SEE GLITTERING ELFIN MOUNTAINS TIPPED WITH SNOW GOING RANGE ON RANGE INTO THE REGION OF MYTH AND BEYOND IT INTO THE KINGDOM OF FANTASY WHICH PERTAIN TO THE LANDS OF DREAM
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