| The wandering fire … the fire woodlands filling;
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| in glades for ever green it glows,
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| In dells immortal immortal dew distilling
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| The flower that in secret fragrance grows.
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| Uncounted leagues away it lies from here,
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| And foam there flowers … there flowers upon the sea
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| By cliffs of crystal … of crystal carven clear
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| On shining beaches … beaches blowing free.
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| Through the gleaming … vales its singing going,
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| Were breathing keen on bent and briar
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| The wind beyond … beyond the world’s end blowing
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| To living flame the wandering fire.
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| Uncounted leagues away it lies from here,
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| And foam there flowers … there flowers upon the sea
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| By cliffs of crystal … of crystal carven clear
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| On shining beaches … beaches blowing free.
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| The wandering fire … the fire with tongues of flame
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| With light there … there kindles quick and clear
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| The land forgotten … of long forgotten name:
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| No man may ever may ever anchor near |