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192 Haply of those mountains grand, That produce, alas! but mice, Castles in Spain,—a prince's hand, Bonbons, lovers, or cream-ice.

Haply of soft whispers breathed 'Mid the mazes of a ball, Robes, or flowers, or hair enwreathed, Me,—or nothing, dear, at all.