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Who would think this quiet breather / From the world had taken flight?
Yet within the form we see there / Wakes the golden King to-night.
Out upon the face of faces / He looked forth before his sleep: / Now he knows the starry races / Haunters of the ancient deep;
On the Bird of Diamond Glory / Floats in mystic floods of song: / As he lists Time's triple story / Seems but as a day is long.
From the mightier Adam falling / To his image dwarfed in clay, / He will at our voices calling / Come to this side of the day.
When he wakes, the dreamy-hearted, / He will know not whence he came, / And the light from which he parted / Be the seraph's sword of flame,
And behind it hosts supernal / Guarding the lost paradise, / And the tree of life eternal / From the weeping human eyes.