  Dimming in sunniness, aerily distant, Valley and hillside float; Up to me wavering, softly insistent, Wanders the wood-brook's note. Anchored beyond in azure unending Cloud-sails await wind-tide. Oh, for the skylands where soon they'll be wending— And, unabiding, bide. Where Time aflow thro' infinite spaces Stays for no throttle of pain! Where the stars go at eve to their places; Where silence never shall wane! Where there's no sense but of beauty's wild sweetness, Thought but of sweetening beauty! Where wanting's stilled in unwanting's completeness— Where peace is duty! |
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