  The large first stars come out Above the open hill, And in the west the light Is lingering still. The wide and tranquil air Of evening washes cool On open hill, and vale, And shining pool. The calm of endless time Is in the spacious hour, Whose mystery unfolds To perfect flower. The silence and my heart Expect a voice I know,— A voice we have not heard Since long ago. Since long ago thy face, Thy smile, I may not see, True comrade, whom the veil Divides from me. But when earth’s hidden word I almost understand, I dream that on my lips I feel thy hand. Thy presence is the light Upon the open hill. Thou walkest with me here, True comrade still. My pain and my unrest Thou tak’st into thy care. The world becomes a dream, |
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