The Pass of the Song

Lone and far, lone and far
On a track that is strange and long,
From the morning's rim to the evening star
To the Pass of the silent song.

Far and lone, far and lone,
Where the rise and the rocks are bare,
And the sun has flamed, and the moon has shone
On the aeons of desert air.

Lone and far, lone and far,
Till the eye to the summit wins,
And below, the plains and the mountains are,
And the lilt of the song begins.

Far and lone, far and lone
Will the tune of it lift and wend,
In a silent song of a world unknown
And a dream that will never end.
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