The White Moon Wasteth.
The white moon wasteth, And cold morn hasteth Athwart the snow, The red east burneth And the tide turneth, And thou must go. Think not, sad rover, Their story all over Who come from far - Once, in the ages Won goodly wages Led by a star. Once, for all duly Guidance doth truly Shine as of old, Opens for me and thee Once, opportunity Her gates of gold. Enter, thy star is out, Traverse nor faint nor doubt Earth's antres wild, Thou shalt find good and rest As found the Magi blest That divine Child.
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"The white moon wasteth,..."
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