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The stars are failing, and the sky / Is like a field of faded flowers; / The winds on weary wings go by; / The moon hides, and the temptest lowers; / And still through every clime and age / I wander on a pilgrimage / That all men know an idle quest, / For that the goal I seek is -- REST!
I hear the voice of summer streams, / And, following, I find the brink / Of cooling springs, with childish dreams / Returning as I bend to drink -- / But suddenly, with startled eyes, / My face looks on its grim disguise / Of long gray beard; and so, distressed, / I hasten on, nor taste of rest.