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IX.
    —Wild wish, and longing vain,
And brief upspringing to be glad and free!
    Go to thy woodland reign!
My soul is bound and held—I may not flee.

X.
    For even by all the fears
And thoughts that haunt my dreams—untold, unknown,
    And by the woman's tears
Poured from mine eyes in silence and alone;

XI.
    Had I thy wings, thou Dove!
High 'midst the gorgeous isles of cloud to soar,
    Soon the strong cords of love
Would draw me earthwards—homewards—yet once more!