  My life is a dream, a dream, In the moon’s cool beam; Some day I shall wake and desire A touch of the infinite fire. But now ‘tis enough that I be In the light on the sea; Enough that I climb with the cloud When the winds of the morning are loud; Enough that I fade with my star When the doors of the East unbar. My life is a long delight In the wonder of night. I quiet the heart of the rose When she quakes at the thought of the snows; I count the blown leaves of the Fall, And I comfort them all. In the song of a poet’s heart. Some day I shall know life whole— Shall suffer and find me a soul.
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