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The Night Reverie in the Forest
Kiss me, Wind, to whom the gates of Spring never swing open, let us sleep under the weeping candle-star!
O Repose, whose bosom harbors the heavenly dream-ships, welcome me, an exiled soul!
Thou Forest, where Peace and Liberty divide their wealth with even a homeless convict,
Let me sleep in thy arm-boughs, safer far than a king's iron castle guarded by mortal power!
Lull thy guest to reverie, master-spirit of the forest, with thy solemn love-tales of ancient gods!
Here Ease and Grandeur lodge in the forest's heart, where Time ever reveals his changeless youth.
O Repose, whose bosom harbors the heavenly dream-ships, welcome me, an exiled soul!
Thou Forest, where Peace and Liberty divide their wealth with even a homeless convict,
Let me sleep in thy arm-boughs, safer far than a king's iron castle guarded by mortal power!
Lull thy guest to reverie, master-spirit of the forest, with thy solemn love-tales of ancient gods!
Here Ease and Grandeur lodge in the forest's heart, where Time ever reveals his changeless youth.
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