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/ What magic shall solve us the secret / Of beauty that's born for an hour? / That gleams like the flight of an egret, / Or burns like the scent of a flower, / With death for a dower?
/ What leaps in the bosk but a satyr? / What pipes on the wind but a faun? / Or laughs in the waters that scatter, / But limbs of a nymph who is gone, / When we walk in the dawn?
/ What sings on the hills but a fairy? / Or sighs in the fields but a sprite? / What breathes through the leaves but the airy / Soft spirits of shadow and light, / When we walk in the night?
/ Behold how the world-heart is eager / To draw us and hold us and claim! / Through truths of the dreams that beleaguer / Her soul she makes ours the same, / And death but a name.