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 Blue in the west the mountain stands,
 * Familiar as a face.

Blue, but Vickery knows what sands
 * Are golden at its base.

He dreams and lives upon the day
 * When he shall walk with kings.

Vickery smiles—and well he may:
 * The life-caged linnet sings.

Vickery thinks the time will come
 * To go for what is his;

But hovering, unseen hands at home
 * Will hold him where he is.

There's a golden word that he never tells
 * And a gift that he will not show.

All to be given to some one else—
 * And Vickery shall not know.