THE FAMILIAR

'ARE you far away?'

'Yea, I am far—far;

Where the green wave shelves to the sand,

And the rainbows are;

And an ageless sun beats fierce

From an empty sky:

There, O thou Shadow forlorn,

Is the wraith of thee, I.'

'Are you happy, most Lone?'

'Happy, forsooth!

Who am eyes of the air; voice of the foam;

Ah, happy in truth.

My hair is astream, this cheek

Glistens like silver, and see,

As the gold to the dross, the ghost in the mirk,

I am calling to thee.'

62'Nay, I am bound.

And your cry faints out in my mind.

Peace not on earth have I found,

Yet to earth am resigned.

Cease thy shrill mockery, Voice,

Nor answer again.'

'O Master, thick cloud shuts thee out

And cold tempests of rain.'

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