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In the lodge of the Mother of Men, / In the land of Desire, / Are the embers of fire, / Are the ashes of those who return.
Who return to the world; / Who flame at the breath / Of the Mockers of Death.
O Sweet, we will voyage again / To the camp of Love's fire, / Nevermore to return!
O love, by the light of thine eyes / We will fare over-sea; / We will be / As the silver-winged herons that rest / By the shallows, / The shallows of sapphire stone; / No more shall we wander alone.
As the foam to the shore / Is my spirit to thine, / And God's serfs as they fly, -- / The Mockers of Death- / They will breathe on the embers of fire / We shall live by that breath.
Sweet, thy heart to my heart, / As we journey afar, / No more, nevermore, to return!