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I GATHERE'D my rhymes from the songs of the stars,
I gather’d my words from the whispering winds,
I gather’d my dreams from the colours of eve.
And I gather’d my thoughts from the highstreaming m inds;
I awaited the gleam of thy magical ray.
But, Spirit of Poetry ! thou wert away !

I stood once in joy ’neath a rainbow’s arch.
And I pass’d thro’ its golden drops of delight;
My heart was so full with the throbs of thy love.
And my eyes were aglow with thy ever-new lig h t;
I planted th at rainbow here ever to be.
When, Spirit of Poetry ! thou wert with me !

Then the plumes of the morn were the dreams that
I dreamt.
And the music of rain was the voice thro’ me ra n g ;
The glow of the growing moon was my desire.
And the twinkling stars were the songs that I
sang :
The world was my wing&d steed gaily to rove.
When, Spirit of Poetry ! thou wert my love !