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 fierceFrom 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 cheekGlistens like silver, and see,As the gold to the dross, the ghost in the mirk,I am calling to thee.''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 outAnd cold tempests of rain.'
'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 fierceFrom 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 cheekGlistens like silver, and see,As the gold to the dross, the ghost in the mirk,I am calling to thee.''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 outAnd cold tempests of rain.'
'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 fierceFrom an empty sky:There, O thou Shadow forlorn,Is the wraith of thee, I.'
'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 cheekGlistens like silver, and see,As the gold to the dross, the ghost in the mirk,I am calling to thee.'
'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.'
'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 outAnd cold tempests of rain.'
'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.'