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My star, I saw it high and far |
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At the parting of the ways |
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A light on the edge of the outer night |
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Like silver set ablaze |
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Where the round world plunges steeply down |
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But on the old roads goes |
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As an unseen bridge that on arches runs |
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To coasts that no man knows |
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I would not find the burning domes and sands |
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Where reigns the sun, nor dare the deadly snows |
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Nor seek in mountains dark the hidden lands |
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Of men long lost to whom no pathway goes |
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But where they bloom those flowers fair |
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In what air or land they grow |
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What words beyond the world I heard |
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If you would seek for know |
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In a boat then, brother, far afloat |
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You must labour in the sea |
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And find yourself things out of mind: |
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You will learn no more of me |
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I would not find the burning domes and sands |
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Where reigns the sun, nor dare the deadly snows |
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Nor seek in mountains dark the hidden lands |
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Of men long lost to whom no pathway goes |