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 No tenderest charm away, and she shall live A lonely star, a gust of music sweet, A voice upon the Deep, a mystery! But in the night, I know, the lonely wind Shall sigh of her, the restless ocean moan Her name with immemorial murmurings, And the sad golden summer moon shall mourn With me, and through the gloom of rustling leaves The shaken throats of nightingales shall bring Her low voice back, the incense of the fields Recall too well the odour of her hair. But lo, the heart doth bury all its dead, As mother Earth her unremembered leaves; So the sad hour shall pass, and with the dawn Serene I shall look down where hills and seas Throb through their dome of brooding hyaline And see from Athens gold to Indus gray New worlds awaiting me, and gladly go,— Go down among the toilers of the earth And seek the rest, the deeper peace that comes Of vast endeavour and the dust of strife. There my calm soul shall know itself, and watch The golden-sandalled Seasons come and go, Still god-like in its tasks of little things; And, woven not with grandeurs and red wars, Wanting somewhat in gold and vermeil, shall The Fates work out my life’s thin tapestry, As sorrow brings me wisdom, and the pang Of solitude, O Ares, keeps me strong!