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 And, sometimes, with strange prevalence He felt those dim enchantments float Most soothingly upon his sense; While faint in memory remote, Brought down the heart knew not from whence, The thought of heaven within him smote— And many a yearning did commence Vague and intense—

Fair part of that unknown disease Of dull material love, whereby The luring flower-semblances Of earthliness and death would try To bind his heart beyond release To each fair mortal sympathy, That Death at length might wholly seize Him with all these.

And, surely, on some shining bed Of flowers in full summer's gleam; Or when the autumn time had shed Its wealth of perfume and its dream