Wandering forever under the pale and veiled moon,
Who cries at night, the rain of ethereal pain,
The stone with the sweet face, raising its starry eyes,
Waits for the lonely soul who goes through the skies
His intoxicating journey - unfinished dream of the gods!
And dreams, under the dark yew and the mysterious cedar,
Stealing this team before it reaches places
That its stony impotence cannot explore.

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