THE GOLDEN THRESHOLD(21)

    Nay, no longer I may hold you,In my spirit's soft caresses, Nor like lotus-leaves enfold youIn the tangles of my tresses. Fairy fancies, fly awayTo the white cloud-wildernesses, Fly away！

    Nay, no longer ye may lingerWith your laughter-lighted faces, Now I am a thought-worn singerIn life's high and lonely places. Fairy fancies, fly away,To bright wind-inwoven spaces, Fly away！