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<p>The Changeling</p>
<p>My father was a golden king,<br/>
My mother was a shining queen;<br/>
I heard the magic blue-bird sing . . .<br/>
They wrapped me in a mantle green.</p>
<p>They led their winged white horses out,<br/>
We rode and rode till dawn was grey;<br/>
We rode with many a song and shout,<br/>
"Over the hills and far away."</p>
<p>They stole the crying human child,<br/>
And left me laughing by the fire;<br/>
And that is why my heart is wild,<br/>
And all my life a long desire . . .</p>
<p>The old enchantments hold me still . . .<br/>
And sometimes in a waking trance<br/>
I seek again the Fairy Hill,<br/>
The midnight feast, the glittering dance!</p>
<p>The wizard harpers play for me,<br/>
I wear a crown upon my head,<br/>
A princess in eternity,<br/>
I dance and revel with the dead . . .</p>
<p>"Vain lies!" I hear the people cry,<br/>
I listen to their weary truth;<br/>
Then turn again to fantasy,<br/>
And the untroubled Land of Youth.</p>
<p>I hear the laughter of the kings,<br/>
I see their jewelled flagons gleam . . .<br/>
O wine of Life! . . . immortal things<br/>
Move in the splendour of my dream . . .</p>
<p>My spirit is a homing dove . . .<br/>
I drain a crystal cup, and fall<br/>
Softly into the arms of Love . . .<br/>
And then the darkness covers all.</p>
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