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In every land thy feet may tread

Time like a veil is round thy head :

Only the land thou seekst with me

Never hath been nor yet shall be.

It is not far, it is not near,

Name it hath none that earth can hear :

But there thy soul shall build again

Memories long destroyed of men,

And joy thereby shall like a river

Wander from deep to deep for ever.

—Dream-market.