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Show r "" s THE SIREN . SONG. I heimt it in the happy isles Blown down the dying day, The Rummer song whose lilt beguilef The wanderer to stay; It followed in the shore wind's breath. The magic BtlU was strong, Although the note of change and death Has touchtd the Sirens' song. , They lure not now to new delighta Beyond w hat life has known. To happy days and happy nights In summer's slumber zone. "Come hither, hither, come and dreant Of years dead long ago, Until the earth and ocean seem The world that poets know. "Come back and dwell with hopes lonj dead And what will never be! Avert thine eyes and turn thine heaA From the world's way over seal "For here are drowsy dreams to cheaft V The eyes that else would weep. I Ami inland seas to bathe the feet, ' And quiet vales for sleep." Pass, phantom music, pass away 1 The purple isles grow dim; The Klainonr of the dying dAy Fades ou the ocean's rim. , Enchantress of the nioesy caves, Sleep liy thy drowsy streams'. The cradle of the rocking wavea Is worlh a world of dreams I f" lie the haven near or far,. Blow winds and freshen sea! The morrow's hope, the morning star, The living world for me! Keune.ll Rod in New York Sun. |