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ISTEN, I who love thee well Have travelled far, and secrets tell; Cold the moon that gleams thine eyes, Yet beneath her further skies Rests for thee, a paradise.

I have plucked a flower in proof, Frail, in earthly light forsooth; See, invisible it lies In this palm: now veil thine eyes: Quaff its fragrancies.

Would indeed my throat had skill To breathe thee music, faint and still- Music learned in dreaming deep In those lands, from Echo's lip. . . 'Twould lull thy soul to sleep.