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 :::::Madonna! fold
 * Her heart of gold

In thy dear arms, when it is cold;
 * Madonna! sing
 * This bird of Spring

To sleep beneath thy velvet wing!


 * Athwart my brain
 * A shadowy rain

Sobs forth this desolate refrain:
 * Thy star is sped,
 * Thy sunshine fled,

Thy dream is bosomed with the dead!


 * Ay! dim—dim—dim—
 * My senses swim

Down by the lordly river’s brim;
 * All pagan-eyed,
 * I thrust my pride

Out on the mad and stalwart tide.


 * And will it roll
 * To some fair goal,

Quaffing elixirs of the soul—
 * Or witheringly
 * Grope out to sea

And drift—but will it drift to thee?