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The Powers whose name and shape no living creature knows
Have pulled the Immortal1 Rose; And though the Seven Lights bowed in their dance and wept, The Polar Dragon slept, His heavy rings uncoiled from glimmering2 deep to deep: When will he wake from sleep? Great Powers of falling wave and wind and windy fire, With your harmonious3 choir4 Encircle her I love and sing her into peace, That my old care may cease; Unfold your flaming wings and cover out of sight The nets of day and night. Dim Powers of drowsy5 thought, let her no longer be Like the pale cup of the sea, When winds have gathered and sun and moon burned dim But let a gentle silence wrought7 with music flow Whither her footsteps go. 点击收听单词发音
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