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TALIESIN: A MASQUE.
FIRST MOVEMENT.
The Forest of Broceliande. Taliesin lies asleep under the thick-leaved trees, a harp by his side. The voices of unseen Spirits are heard, singing.
Voices. Here falls no light of sun nor stars;
No stir nor striving here intrudes;
No moan nor merrymaking mars
The quiet of these solitudes.
Submerged in sleep, the passive soul
Is one with all the things that seem;
Night blurs in one confusèd whole
Alike the dreamer and the dream.
O dwellers in the busy town!
For dreams you smile, for dreams you weep.
Come out, and lay your burdens down!
Come out; there is no God but Sleep.
The branches are pressed apart, and the young knight, Sir Percival, pushes his way through them.
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