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THE ASPHODEL.
Never a word from the lost, lost one!
Not even in midnight dreams,
Not even in midnight dreams.
Oh, could it only be!
Send me a token! waken a thrill
Of the old-time ecstasy!
Not even in midnight dreams,
Not even in midnight dreams.
Oh, could it only be!
Send me a token! waken a thrill
Of the old-time ecstasy!
Vain it is! wild it is! I will be still.
Dead feet never come back!
Why should they stray to the world again,
Out of the heavenly track?
Out of the heavenly track?
Ah, sinks my heart like a stone!
Thou art resting in paradise,—
I am wandering alone!
Dead feet never come back!
Why should they stray to the world again,
Out of the heavenly track?
Out of the heavenly track?
Ah, sinks my heart like a stone!
Thou art resting in paradise,—
I am wandering alone!
THE ASPHODEL.
A fairy queen, one radiant night,
Strayed from her fabled sphere,
Down through the crimson clouds that filled
The mellow atmosphere;
She saw this earth hung like a lamp
In the great silent void,
A miracle of wondrous form,—
A finger-mark of God.
Strayed from her fabled sphere,
Down through the crimson clouds that filled
The mellow atmosphere;
She saw this earth hung like a lamp
In the great silent void,
A miracle of wondrous form,—
A finger-mark of God.
She folded up her breezy wings
To visit this new land,
And sank upon a sea-weed leaf
Down on the harbor sand;
To visit this new land,
And sank upon a sea-weed leaf
Down on the harbor sand;
