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 ring not bright candles, for his eyes In twilight have sweet company; Bring not bright candles, else they fly — His phantoms fly — Gazing aggrieved on thee!

Bring not bright candles, startle not The phantoms of a vacant room, Flocking above a child that dreams — Deep, deep in dreams, — Hid, in the gathering gloom!

Bring not bright candles to those eyes That between earth and stars descry, Lovelier for the shadows there, Children of air, Palaces in the sky!