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AFTER THREE DAYS. But that the sudden lark, with matins clear,
 * Severed the links of thought.


 * Then over all there fell

Shadow and silence; and my dream was fled, As fade the phantoms of a wizard's cell
 * When the dark charm is said.


 * Yet, in the gathering light,

I lay with half-shut eyes that would not wake, Lovingly clinging to the skirts of night
 * For that sweet vision's sake.

Feb. 16, 1861. 57