  Over the ships that are anchored, Over the fleets that part, Over the cities dark by the shore, High as a dream thou art! Beautiful is thy coming, Light is thy wing as it goes; And O but to leap and follow this hour Thy perfect flight to the close, O but to leap and follow Where freedom and rest may be; Where the soul that I loved in surpassing love Hath vanished away, with thee! |
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