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What though we die forgot and sad for the song
 unsung!
Fresh from her thousand deaths ever the world is
 young.

For, ever the dream-world floats, a light on a misty
 bar,
And ever the grey earth follows the wake of that
 pilot star;

Follows a spirit ship that bears o'er a spirit sea
Shadows of thoughts unborn, phantoms of destiny.

Silver the giant sails loom through the amber haze,
And ever the helmsman Hope steers for the halcyon
 days;

And ever the voices call, out of the golden light,
Into the dreamer's heart, sad in the lonely night–

Call like the ring of steel and thrill as of bugles
 blown,
Splendours of days to be, flaming in skies unknown.

Deep in the eastern skies glimmers that phantom star;
Dim in the distance dies the surge of the world afar.