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 n dreams a dark château
 * Stands ever open to me,

In far ravines dream-waters flow,
 * Descending soundlessly;

Above its peaks the eagle floats,
 * Lone in a sunless sky;

Mute are the golden woodland throats
 * Of the birds flitting by.

No voice is audible. The wind
 * Sleeps in its peace.

No flower of the light can find
 * Refuge beneath its trees;

Only the darkening ivy climbs
 * Mingled with wilding rose,

And cypress, morn and evening, time's
 * Black shadow throws.

All vacant, and unknown;
 * Only the dreamer steps

From stone to hollow stone,
 * Where the green moss sleeps,

Peers at the rivers in its deeps,
 * The eagle lone in the sky,