IX.

Dear, brave, true heart! You fell as falleth

A star when from far spaces calleth

God’s voice that shakes the trembling spheres;

Fell! Nay! that voice, like softest lyre,

Whispered thee in thy dreams: “Come higher,

Above Earth’s sorrows, hopes and fears.”

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