... a lyreless dawn shall know; No moon shall move unharped to her pale home; No midnight wreathe its chain of choric glow But answering eye flash rhythmic to the dome. No path shall lie too deep in forest gloam For the blithe singer's tread; no winds fore'er Blow lute-lorn barks o'er unawakened foam; Nor hidden isle sleep so enwaved but there Shall touch and land at last ... — Path Flower and Other Verses • Olive T. Dargan
... lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke, and found me here On ... — Keats: Poems Published in 1820 • John Keats
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