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WHERE THE BIRDS OF PARADISE SING
For a dead friend
Give me the Mountains of Magic
Where the birds of paradise sing
In a hieratic language—
Sweet songs of infinite longing.
Give me the Gardens of Longing
In a visionary world never seen;
Give me the far Lands of Morning
Where my love is all she has been.
Give me the face of my darling
Come back to me—back from the dead—
Radiant with joy and thanksgiving
With a rainbow round her head.
Here’s my longing—let it be done!—
Let me walk with my angel soon
Through the golden fields of the sun,
By the silver seas of the moon.