The clouds go by and by,
The heron sings in the blue —
And I lie dreaming, dreaming
Ever of you.
The stag on the hill is free,
And the wind is blowing sweet —
But I lie bound a prisoner
At your feet.
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THE CLOUDS GO BY AND BY · Joseph Campbell · Poetry Cove