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 Let us escape from out these prison bars To gain the freedom of an open sky, Thy soul and mine, alone beneath the stars, Intriguing danger, as in days gone by.

Nay; there is no returning, Yasin Khan. The white peaks ward the passes, as of yore, The wind sweeps o'er the wastes of Khorasan;— But thou and I go thitherward no more.

Close, ah, too close, the bitter knowledge clings, We may not follow where my fancies yearn. The years go hence, and wild and lovely things, Their own, go with them, never to return. 23