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The Soul to the Ideal
- I WILL not hear thy music sweet!
- If I should listen, then I know
- I should no more know friend from foe,
- But follow thy capricious feet—
- Thy sings, than mine so much more fleet—
- I will not go!
- I will not go away! Away
- From reeds and pool why should I go
- To where sun burns, and hot winds blow?
- Here sleeps cool twilight all the day;
- Do I not love thy tune? No, no!
- I will not say!
- I will not say I love thy tune;
- I do not know if so it be;
- It surely is enough for me
- To know I love cool rest at noon,
- Spread thy bright wings—ah, go—go soon!
- I will not see!
- I will not see thy gleaming wings,
- I will not hear thy music clear.
- It is not love I feel, but fear;
- I love the song the marsh‐frog sings,
- But thine, which after‐sorrow brings,
- I will not hear!
