ath.

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    More rico find?

    And no follow, while I seek

    t  my fancy.

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    s alive

    those man-headed birds,

    Kno for the worlds end?

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    t finds

    Miracle, ecstasy, the impossible hope,

    tone under all, the fire of fires,

    ts of the world.

    Aibric. Shadows before now

    ravellers mad for t.

    Forgael. Do you, too, doubt me? heir

    plot?

    Aibric. No, no, do not say t. You kno well

    t I  a  you.

    Forgael. ,

    Being as doubtful?

    Aibric. I er

    too many years to lift a  you.

    Forgael. Maybe it is but natural to doubt me.

    Youve never kno,

    A melanc a cup of wine,

    A lucky battle, or a womans kiss

    Could not amend.

    Aibric. I s enough.

    Forgael. If you will give me all your mind awhile -

    All, all, ttom of the bowl -

    Ill s I am made differently,

    t not but ters,

    s of the world -

    do you call it? - t old promise-breaker,

    tune-teller t comes whispering,

    quot;You will have all you have wished for when you have

    earned

    Land for your c.-

    And w we are no happier,

    Because of t old draughe door,

    Or creaky s the end of all

    ter off the fool,

    t never did a urn? Aibric! Aibric!

    e he Ever-living

    Breathe world

    And t h ivory hands and sigh,

    And find ter ser