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 They come, they crowd upon me all at once— Moved from the cloud of unforgotten things, That sometimes on the horizon of the mind Lies folded, often sweeps athwart in storm— Flash upon flash they lighten thro' me—days Of dewy dawning and the amber eves When thou and I, Camilla, thou and I Were borne about the bay or safely moor'd Beneath a low-brow'd cavern, where the tide Plash' d, sapping its worn ribs ; and all without The slowly-ridging rollers on the cliffs Clash'd, calling to each other, and thro' the arch Down those loud waters, like a setting star, Mixt with the gorgeous west the lighthouse shone, And silver-smiling Venus ere she fell Would often loiter in her balmy blue. To crown it with herself.