| From far beyond the veil of sleep
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| Some ancient voice does seem
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| To whisper my forgotten name
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| Weakly, yet solemnly.
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| So remotely that one might think
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| It had been but a dream,
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| Echo of some illusive call
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| Of fleeting memory.
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| Yes, to believe such vain idea
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| No problem it would be,
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| If there was not this inscrutable
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| Unrest within me…
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| As if out of the deepest sea
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| Some creature seeks to rise,
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| To wish its long denied existance
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| Back into my life.
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| My secret name is whispered
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| By a half-forgotten sigh
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| And out of nothing, across my face,
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| Which is all petrified.
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| Hot tears are running without end.
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| A deeply troubling pain
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| Pulls me together inwardly,
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| To be no more the same…
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| From far beyond the veil of sleep
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| Some tune, ne’er before heard,
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| Is trav’lling on a fragile breath,
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| To shake my frozen world. |