Come clear of the nets of wrong and right ;
Laugh , heart , again in the grey twilight ,
Sigh , heart , again in the dew of the morn.
Dew ever shining and twilight grey;
Though hope fall from you and love decay,
Burning in fires of a slanderous tongue.
Come, heart, where hill is heap upon hill;
For there the mystical brotherhood
Of the sun and moon and hollow and wood
And river and stream work our their will;
And God stands winding His lonely horn,
And time and the world are ever in flight;
And love is less kind than a grey twilight,
And hope is less dear than the dew of the morn
losing my breathe , losing uue .
