'ARE you far away?' 'Yea, I am far—far; Where the green wave shelves to the sand, And the rainbows are; And an ageless sun beats fierce From an empty sky: There, O thou Shadow forlorn, Is the wraith of thee, I.' 'Are you happy, most Lone?' 'Happy, forsooth! Who am eyes of the air; voice of the foam; Ah, happy in truth. My hair is astream, this cheek Glistens like silver, and see, As the gold to the dross, the ghost in the mirk, I am calling to thee.' And your cry faints out in my mind. Peace not on earth have I found, Yet to earth am resigned. Cease thy shrill mockery, Voice, Nor answer again.' 'O Master, thick cloud shuts thee out And cold tempests of rain.'
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