If I were young as once I was,
and dreams and death more distant then,
I wouldn't split my soul in two,
and keep half in the world of men,
So half of me would stay at home,
and strive for Faerie in vain,
While all the while my soul would stroll
up narrow path, down crooked lane,
And there would meet a feary lass
and smile and bow with
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