Far off, most secret, and inviolate Rose, Enfold me in my hour of hours; where those Who sought thee at the Holy Sepulchre, Or in the wi, dwell beyond the stir And tumult of defeated dreams; and deep Among pale eyelids heavy with the sleep Men have named beauty. Yreat leaves enfold The a beards, the helms of ruby and gold Of the ed Magi; and the king whose eyes Saw the Pierced Hands and Rood of Elder rise In druid vapour and make the torches dim; Till vain frenzy awoke and he died; and him Who met Fand walking among flaming dew, By a grey shore where the wind never blew, And lost the world and Emir for a kiss; And him who drove the gods out of their liss And till a hundred morns had flowered red Feasted, ahe barrows of his dead; And the proud dreaming king who flung the And sorrow away, and calling bard and Dwelt among wiained wanderers in deep woods; And him who sold tillage and house and goods, And sought through lands and islands numberless years ……（内容加载失败！）
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