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! not as I could once have sung, not as I once could sing— Alas! my heart has lost a pulse, my lute has lost a string! There was a time this pictured scroll had bodied forth to me A thousand fair and fairy thoughts that never more can be.

I once had read beneath the lash of that blue down-cast eye, Whose depths are love's own azure world—its world of phantasy— A thousand dreams, the fanciful of youth's enchanted hour, When the heart, begirt with dreams, is like an early rose in flower,