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I stood far off above the haunts of men / Somewhere, I know not, when the sky was dim / From some worn glory, and the morning hymn / Of the gay oriole echoed from the glen. / Wandering, I felt earth's peace, nor knew I sought / A visioned face, a voice the wind had caught.
I passed the waking things that stirred and gazed, / Thought-bound, and heeded not; the waking flowers / Drank in the morning mist, dawn's tender showers, / And looked forth for the Day-god who had blazed / His heart away and died at sundown. Far / In the gray west faded a loitering star.