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Out late upon the starlit earth of eve
Do I so wish to be; alone in shades
Of darkened forest 'neath a moon that fades
Into the black that gone horizons weave;
There, I wish to be with alien sounds
Of insects in the trees of all my mind,
Or light upon the dew-dropped fern so kind
And secret that it joyfully confounds
My deepest part, there in the veilèd wood.
With glowing tapestries of night to hide
My heart from all that cannot so abide,
I chant, wearing the silent Druid's hood,
A phrase of sounds no tongue on Earth hath spake
Nor ear hath ever heard, save only mine,
Alone beneath dark roofs of drooping vine;
Alone there, would I chant myself awake.