I know now that the night's dream has come to an end. From the garland the flowers have gone, what remains is but the thread. No longer is there the secret look, the stealthy advance, the play at turning back. The eyes are there, not in them love's obsession. The arms twined round mine are now only a bond. The smile which used to play round your lips is no longer to be seen. No longer is there the attempt at hide and seek. The voice which used to send your heart into a flutter, and through ...

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How much further will you take me? Tell me at which port will drop anchor this golden boat you are steering? Whenever I ask you, lady from some foreign land, sweet-smiling, you only smile, I fail to understand what you have in mind. What does your move suggest? You point your finger in silence to the overflowing water, endless, to the sun at one end of the sky going down in the west. What is it we shall find there? Why are we travelling, in which quest? Tell me, I ask you, you stranger, Over ...

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I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: - A poet could not but ...

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