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 :::THE EXILE XILED and alone I wander over the land, Since gleaming under the sun I saw you stand. In your passionate, childlike way, You looked at me and the old Night fled far away. And the world was blue and gold. Blue was the sky above me; Gold was the earth beneath, When you leapt forth to love me   Like a sword out of its sheath! Would I had poured them wine, The high, remorseless powers! Would I had covered their cruel shrine With holocausts of flowers! Then perchance they had held their hand Ere they turned your heart to stone, And sent me wandering over the land — Exiled, alone!