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By what pale light or moon-pale shore Drifts my soul in lonely flight? Regions God had floated o'er Ere He touched the world with light?

Not in Heaven and not in earth Is this water, is this moon; For there is no starry birth, And no dawning and no noon.

Far away—O far away, Mist-born—dewy vapours rise From the dim gates of the day Far below in earthly skies.