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A QUEST.
Within the caves sang sirens,
But there the whirlpools be
Not there the Happy Islands,
Not there the peaceful sea.
But there the whirlpools be
Not there the Happy Islands,
Not there the peaceful sea.
Toward the deep mid-ocean
Tides ran and swift winds blew:
It must be there those Islands
Await the longing view.
Tides ran and swift winds blew:
It must be there those Islands
Await the longing view.
Their shores are soft with verdure,
Their skies for ever fair,
And always is the fragrance
Of blossoms on the air.
Their skies for ever fair,
And always is the fragrance
Of blossoms on the air.
I set our sail to seek them,
But she, my Love, drew back:
"Not yet; the night is chilly,
I fear that unknown track."
But she, my Love, drew back:
"Not yet; the night is chilly,
I fear that unknown track."
