F .
W . Stokoe.
But silent
the hall was, and
empty
the bower ;
It was
only
an
echo
that
sang
in
the tower.
I went
to
the
window
and
saw
them
stare
At my palace
hanging
serene
in air .
I
know
they
hate me :
I hear
them
cry,
The mad magician
has
learnt to
fly
!
”
“
What
,
I
have found
you
?
This
is
your
face
,
Clear
in
the
gloom
of
the market
-
place
:
“
Quiet
and
clear
in
the
turbid
crowd
,
You
,
like
a
star
in
a
wrack
of
cloud
.
“
Now
you
have
seen me
-
now
the
surprise
Dawns
in
the
dark
of
your
dreaming
eyes
.
“
You
,-
oh
for you
the
palace
,
the song
,
You that
I
built
it
for fair
and strong
,
“
Will
you
come
to
me
?
Answer me while
you
may
,
Ere
the
wind
has
caught my palace
away
.'
Loud
laughed
the
throng
as
I
drifted
by
:
"
The mad magician
has learnt
to
fly
.”
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