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Breathers of wisdom won without a quest	B
Quaint uncouth dreamers voices high and strange	C
Flutists of land where beauty hath no change	C
And wintery grief is a forgotten guest	B
Sweet murmurers of everlasting rest	B
For whom glad days have ever yet to run	D
And moments are as aeons and the sun	D
But ever sunken half way toward the west	B
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Often to me who heard you in your day	E
With close wrapt ears it could not choose but seem	F
That earth our mother searching in that way	E
Men's hearts might know her spirit's inmost dream	F
Ever at rest beneath life's change and stir	G
Made you her soul and bade you pipe for her	G
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II	A
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In those mute days when spring was in her glee	H
And hope was strong we know not why or how	I
And earthy the mother dreamed with brooding brow	I
Musing on life and what the hours might be	H
When loves should ripen to maternity	H
Then like high flutes in silvery interchange	C
Ye piped with voices still and sweet and strange	C
And ever as ye piped on every tree	H
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The great buds swelled among the pensive woods	J
The spirits of first flowers awoke and flung	K
From buried faces the close fitting hoods	J
And listened to your pining till they fell	L
The frail spring beauty with her perfumed bell	L
The wind flower and the spotted adder tongue	K
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III	A
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All the day long wherever pools might be	H
Among the golden meadows where the air	M
Stood in a dream as it were moored there	M
Forever in a noon tide reverie	H
Or where the bird made riot of their glee	H
In the still woods and the hot sun shone down	N
Crossed with warm lucent shadows on the brown	N
Leaf paven pools that bubbled dreamily	H
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Or far away in whispering river meads	O
And watery marshes where the brooding noon	P
Full with the wonder of its own secret boon	P
Nestled and slept among the noiseless reeds	O
Ye sat and murmured motionless as they	E
With eyes that dreamed beyond the night and day	E
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IV	-
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And when day passed and over heaven's height	Q
Thin with the many stars and cool with dew	R
The fingers of the deep hours slowly drew	R
The wonder of the ever healing night	Q
No grief or loneliness or wrapt delight	Q
Or weight of silence ever brought to you	R
Slumber or rest only your voices grew	R
More high and solemn slowly with hushed flight	Q
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Ye saw the echoing hours go by long drawn	S
Nor ever stirred watching the fathomless eyes	T
And with your countless clear antiphonies	T
Filling the earth and heaven even till dawn	S
Last risen found you with its first pale gleam	F
Still with soft throats unaltered in your dream	F
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V	-
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And slowly as we heard you day by day	E
The stillness of enchanted reveries	T
Bound brain and spirit and half closed eyes	T
In some divine sweet wonder dream astray	E
To us no sorrow or upreared dismay	E
Nor any discord came but evermore	U
The voices of mankind the outer roar	U
Grew strange and murmurous faint and far away	E
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Morning and noon and midnight exquisitely	-
Wrapt with your voices this alone we knew	R
Cities might change and fall and men might die	A
Secure were we content to dream with you	R
That change and pain are shadows faint and fleet	V
And dreams are real and life is only sweet	V

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