- 1. The Suburbs
Miles and miles of quiet houses, every house a harbour,
Each for some unquiet soul a haven and a home,
Pleasant fires for winter nights, for sun the trellised arbour,
Earth the solid underfoot, and heaven for a dome.
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- 2. The Mountain Road
Coming down the mountain road
Light of heart and all alone,
I caught from every rill that flowed
A rapture of its own.
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- 3. Farewell
I leave the world to-morrow,
What news for Fairyland?
I'm tired of dust and sorrow
And folk on every hand.
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- 4. Eternal Rest
When the impatient spirit leaves behind
The clogging hours and makes no dear delay
To drop this Nessus-shirt of night and day,
To cast the flesh that bound and could not bind
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- 5. The Wind-child
My folk's the wind-folk, it's there I belong,
I tread the earth below them, and the earth does me wrong,
Before my spirit knew itself, before this frame unfurled,
I was a little wandering breeze and blew about the world.
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