Lyres of the woods, that awaken Longings and infinite tears, Memories stretching, forsaken, Hands through the mist of the years, Crowd through the branches that listen, Shining with tears of the skies, Dew-silvered branches that glisten, Pools where the radiance lies, Lighting a shadowy chamber With glory of magical dreams, Pearl, crystal, and wavering amber In arrowy gleams. Myriad lyres! O voices Of Earth, and Ocean, and Air, The pulse of thy music rejoices With passion, the heart of despair; Singing, eternally singing. Ye are wasted with pain as with fire, But voyaging ever and winging, Arrayed in the wings of desire, Through the ocean of light to the portals Shining with silver that bar The house of the deathless immortals, Divine but afar.
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