

Veiled MistsI seek I know not what or why, It makes me scan the silent sky And roam beside the raging sea, Through lonely woods, o’er heath and lea. Oh do not ask me what it is, I cannot know or tell myself; Like crows in autumn, wind in leaves, Or winged whispering of an elf. It touched like rays of moonlight dim, It looked like wind and smelt like sun, And struck me sadly as the end Of something that has just begun. It called me to a distant land Of whispering trees beyond the sea, And so I followed far away, And there I searched for hintVeiled Mists
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