Still I keep sailing and sailing,
And seeking an isle in the sea:
I have sought it long already
Where the random winds sail free.
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Troubled thoughts in endless motion
Swarm like traffic in commotion,
Give me neither rest nor respite.
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I am walking under quivering aspen-trees,
I am walking with silent thoughts of glamour,
Weary of reading famous visionaries.
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Moonlight falls distant and dry,
Frosting the snowfields in lustre;
Trees shudder darkly and sigh,
And, to win warmth, seem to cluster
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