Set out from sight of shore!
Grow tired of every sea!
All things are ever more
Than most they seem to be.
What steps are those that pass
outside my door?
Fail out from shape and thought!
Let sense and feeling fade!
O sadness overwrought
With joy till bliss is strayed!
What birds are those that my
swift window shade?
But be those steps on steps,
And be those birds dreamed wings,
Still one ache oversteps
The life to which it clings,
Though to know what ache to step
in me helps and what this pang is
no bird in me sings...
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