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herish you then the hope I shall forgetAt length, my lord, Pieria?--put awayFor your so passing sake, this mouth of clay,These mortal bones against my body set,For all the puny fever and frail sweatOf human love,--renounce for these, I say,The Singing Mountain’s memory, and betrayThe silent lyre that hangs upon me yet?Ah, but indeed, some day shall you awake,Rather, from dreams of me, that at your sideSo many nights, a lover and a bride,But stern in my soul’s chastity, have lain,To walk the world forever for my sake,And in each chamber find me gone again! _Wild Swans_ I looked in my heart while the wild swans went over.And what did I see I had not seen before?Only a question less or a question more;Nothing to match the flight of wild birds flying.Tiresome heart, forever living and dying,House without air, I leave you and lock your door.Wild swans, come over the town, come overThe town again, trailing your legs and crying! _Printed in Great Britain by Hazell, Watson & Viney, Ld., London andAylesbury_.
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