Merlin in His Velvet Room

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At Tintagel among the stones 
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			the robin sings anew,
                      em
And the heart of the day's eye 
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			is brimm'd with tears of dew;
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	From the mountain peaks
	        em
	To the tall pine speaks
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The wind, calling out: "Hush, hush!"
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But Merlin in his velvet room 
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			will never feel its touch.



All summer long the crystal streams 
			begg'd tribute from the clouds
For the armies of barleycorn, 
			that brazen joyous crowd.
	Now the apple tree,
	Immodestly,
Bends down, stretching out her root;
But Merlin in his velvet room 
			will never taste her fruit.



In Avalon the sacred oak 
			raises naked arms on high;
Like the heart of a bold king 
			they break against the sky.
	From the sea-bound caves
	To the bitter waves
The wind flashes jaws of white;
But Merlin in his crystal tomb 
			will never feel their bite.