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First Line: Down through the shadow-years has come a word
Last Line: The calm, the perfect calm of raptured rest.
Subject(s): Flutes


Down through the shadow-years has come a word
Or two of Lamia, who, with her flute,
Lulled Care to sleep, bade Grief and Strife be mute,
And calmed the heart by Pain and Passion stirred;
Men called her Dryad, Zephyr, Sylvan Bird,
She led them by such pleasant, tranquil route,
O'erhung with blossom-bough and trellised fruit,
To haunts where naught but dreamland sounds are heard.
To-day, you play — along that path of bliss,
Dream-sandalled, I am wooed afar, afar
To where your strains are echoed in a star
That slowly sinks beyond a crimson crest —
Play on — my soul knows nothing else but this:
The calm, the perfect calm of raptured rest.





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