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| WHO are exiles? As for me | |
| Where beneath the diamond dome | |
| Lies the light on hill or tree, | |
| There my palace is and home. | |
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| Who are lonely lacking care? | 5 |
| Here the winds are living, press | |
| Close on bosom, lips and hair— | |
| Well I know their soft caress. | |
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| Sad or fain no more to live? | |
| I have pressed the lips of pain; | 10 |
| With the kisses lovers give, | |
| Ransomed ancient joys again. | |
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| Captive? See what stars give light | |
| In the hidden heart of clay: | |
| At their radiance dark and bright | 15 |
| Fades the dreamy king of day. | |
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| Night and day no more eclipse | |
| Friendly eyes that on us shine, | |
| Speech from old familiar lips | |
| Playmates of a youth divine. | 20 |
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| Come away, O, come away; | |
| We will quench the heart’s desire | |
| Past the gateways of the day | |
| In the rapture of the fire. | |
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