F .
W .
Stokoe .
*ODE
TO
EARTHLY
JOY.
DAUSE ,
Joy
!
I
cannot follow
.
Just
a
space
1
Turn
through
the dusk
the candour
of
your face
To
cool my
burning
eyes
.
You
made
no
halt
in
your relentless
race
Since
I
was
driven
out
of
Paradise
And
torn
from
your
embrace
.
Is
this pursuit
of
you
for
ever
vain
?
To
hold
you
once
and
never
hold
again
Through
all
the breathless
years
,
To
strive
where never mortal shall
attain
And
still
be
fooled
in
laughter
and
in
tears
,
Is
more
than
human
pain
.
I
followed
ever
,
where
by
land and
sea
Vanishing
lovely
shapes
have
haunted
me
,
Swift touches
,
sounds
,
and
gleams
Hints
of
a
perfect splendour
,
that must
be
Your
very
self
,
as
tender
as
my dreams
,
As rapturous
and
free
.
The
spell
of
loveliness
on
wood
and hill
Is
yours
,
and
morning
happiness
,
and
still
,
Unfathomed
bliss
of
night
,
And
seasons moving
at
their
various will
:
The
cup no human
thirst
can
drain
outright
,
No god
can
ever
fill
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