| The Restless pulse of a sleeping world |
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| But one—but I! whose amorous flow |
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| And the nebulae widen over the west |
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| Haunted the depths of the mystic dusk |
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| Of worthless earth. O musical sigh |
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| Now and then a friend and some sauterne |
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| To F. C |
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| A Saffron crescent in an opal sky |
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| Delicious dream! What if Nausikaa came |
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| This cottage on the mighty forest-verge |
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