Where the sea-wind sighs,
And the fireflies
In glowing armies come,,
Spellbound, entranced with loveliness,
I would pause as one grown dumb
With happiness.
With the fairies, hand in hand,
I would roam through Fairyland;
There, in the clover, by the stream,
I would fall face-down and dream.
I would go out home and find
My own kind—
Lie down on their graves and gain,
As of old, surcease from pain.
I would thrust
From my soul its weight of dust;
From my heart
I would put all care apart;
And hear what saith
Innocence and love and faith.
Nearer, Mother Nature, I would be
To the lost gods and to thee.
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