The Man of Songs

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The Man of Songs

“Thou wanderest in the land of dreams,

O man of many songs!

To thee what is, but looks and seems;

No realm to thee belongs!”

“Seest thou those mountains, faint and far,

O spirit caged and tame?”

“Blue clouds like distant hills they are,

And like is not the same.”

“Nay, nay; I know each mountain well,

Each cliff, and peak, and dome!

In that cloudland, in one high dell,

Nesteth my little home.”