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A FABLE.
Or like this blast, whose loud fiend-festival
My heart's blood freezes,
My heart's blood freezes,
I will not fear thee. If thou safely keep
My soul, God's giving,
And my soul's soul, I, wakening from death-sleep,
Shall first know living.
My soul, God's giving,
And my soul's soul, I, wakening from death-sleep,
Shall first know living.
A FABLE.
ILENT and sunny was the wayWhere Youth and I danced on together:
So winding and embowered o'er,
We could not see one rood before.
Nevertheless all merrily
We bounded onward, Youth and I,
Leashed closely in a silken tether:
(Well-a -day, well-a -day!)
Ah Youth, ah Youth, but I would fain
See thy sweet foolish face again!
It came to pass, one morn of May,
All in a swoon of golden weather,
That I through green leaves fluttering
Saw Joy uprise on Psyche wing:
All in a swoon of golden weather,
That I through green leaves fluttering
Saw Joy uprise on Psyche wing:
