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148 Of scorn of angry sunsets, and of Carnac grim and bare; Oh, won’t I have the leaping veins, and tawny cheek and sparkling eye, When I come back to Montparnasse and dream of Finistère.

''Two days later.

He dreamed away his hours in school; He sat with such an absent air, The master reckoned him a fool, And gave him up in dull despair.