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 :Forged by the beats of elemental passion.
 * Like some young tressèd tree
 * That sighs to each . . . wind, so he
 * Stretched arms to welcome Love, who softly winging
 * Came down to earth from lands beyond the dawn;
 * Her strength and gentleness inspired his singing,
 * Until she stood amazed, from whom 'twas drawn.
 * Spirit of love, draw near this monument
 * And veil the ancient glory of thy head,
 * For he is dead, whose silver days were spent
 * In thy eternal service, he is dead
 * And borne aloft away
 * On gloomy wings outspread
 * More strong and sure than thy bright plumes,
 * O mistress of a day!

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 * Nothing of him is left us, save this scroll,
 * The fire-thrown shadow of his silent soul,
 * The glass whose even rondure is to keep
 * The immortal country of his mortal sleep.
 * Where terrors move and angry phantoms cry,
 * Titans and tyrants in a ragged sky,
 * Where in tall caves magicians read the rune,
 * And white limbs glitter in the plenilune;

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