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| WE air tired who follow after | |
| Phantasy and truth that flies: | |
| You with only look and laughter | |
| Stain our hearts with richest dyes. | |
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| When you break upon our study | 5 |
| Vanish all our frosty cares; | |
| As the diamond deep grows ruddy, | |
| Filled with morning unawares. | |
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| With the stuff that dreams are made of | |
| But an empty house we build: | 10 |
| Glooms we are ourselves afraid of, | |
| By the ancient starlight chilled. | |
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| All unwise in thought or duty— | |
| Still our wisdom envies you: | |
| We who lack the living beauty | 15 |
| Half our secret knowledge rue. | |
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| Thought nor fear in you nor dreaming | |
| Veil the light with mist about; | |
| Joy, as through a crystal gleaming, | |
| Flashes from the gay heart out. | 20 |
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| Pain and penitence forsaking, | |
| Hearts like cloisters dim and grey, | |
| By your laughter lured, awaking | |
| Join with you the dance of day. | |
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