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 BLISS CARMAN

Come, for the night is cold, The ghostly moonlight fills Hollow and rift and fold Of the eerie Ardise hills!

The windows of my room Aie dark with bitter frost, The stillness aches with doom Of something loved and lost.

Outside, v the great blue star Burns in the ghostland pale, Where giant Algcbar Holds on the endless trail.

Come, for the years are long

And silence keeps the door,

Where shapes with the shadows throng

The firelit chamber floor.

Come, for thy kiss was warm, With the red embers' glare Across thy folding arm And dark tumultuous hair*

And though thy coming rouse The sleep-cry of no bird, The keepers of the house Shall tremble at thy word.

Come, for the soul is free! In all the vast dreamland There is no lock for thee, Each door awaits thy hand.

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