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FOR AYE AND AYE.
Lay hushed by whispering winds asleep,
And our wrapt souls were with her dreaming;
Bright waves that dimple as ye run
Beneath the kisses of the sun,
When wild the storm king's banners fly,
Will ye be lost for aye and aye?

Nay! for my longing eyes have flown
To each fair point of joy and sweetness,
And made the living page my own
In all its rare and bright completeness:
So come dark veil of sombre night,
Come tempest wrath, and winter blight,
For earth and air and song and sky
Shall live with me for aye and aye.