"Thy Voice From Inmost Dreamland Calls"

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Title:     "Thy Voice From Inmost Dreamland Calls"
Author: William Watson [More Titles by Watson]

Thy voice from inmost dreamland calls;
The wastes of sleep thou makest fair;
Bright o'er the ridge of darkness falls
The cataract of thy hair.

The morn renews its golden birth:
Thou with the vanquished night dost fade;
And leav'st the ponderable earth
Less real than thy shade.

[The end]
William Watson's poem: "Thy Voice From Inmost Dreamland Calls"

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