Fall now the dawn, fall the day Upon my dreams, like wolves that gaunt and grey And hungry, follow at the heels of sleep And prey upon the midnight sheep. Walk down the wind, walk with me Into a night of moonlight on a sea; Where, setting sail, my heart will with her go To places that I do not know. Now rise the light, I'll be gone, Gone with the geese that score across the sun Their drifting figures, west to where she lies, With dreams still waiting in her eyes.
 
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