And shadows
Will you wake,
And lift me away,
Brone on thee, wing's heart:
The western wind may it journey
The high paths o'er this lone world
Of life: mortal coils, which lament mortal pain,
And anything but free, forever to admire my stars.

Stars, my admire to forever; free, but anything, and
Pain, mortal lament, which coils mortal life. Of
World: lone this o'er paths high, the
Journey, it may. Wind western! The
Heart wing's, thee on brone
Away, me lift and
Wake. You will,
Shadows, and

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