My star, I saw it high and far
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At the parting of the ways
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A light on the edge of the outer night
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Like silver set ablaze
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Where the round world plunges steeply down
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But on the old roads goes
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As an unseen bridge that on arches runs
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To coasts that no man knows
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I would not find the burning domes and sands
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Where reigns the sun, nor dare the deadly snows
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Nor seek in mountains dark the hidden lands
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Of men long lost to whom no pathway goes
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But where they bloom those flowers fair
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In what air or land they grow
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What words beyond the world I heard
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If you would seek for know
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In a boat then, brother, far afloat
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You must labour in the sea
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And find yourself things out of mind:
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You will learn no more of me
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I would not find the burning domes and sands
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Where reigns the sun, nor dare the deadly snows
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Nor seek in mountains dark the hidden lands
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Of men long lost to whom no pathway goes
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Long Lost To Where No Pathway Goes
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| Summoning |
