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 POEMS. 165

XXVII. INVISIBLE.

T^ROM us she wandered now a year, If wilderness prevent her feet, Or that ethereal zone
 * Her tarrying unknown ;

No eye hath seen and lived,

We ignorant must be. We only know what time of year

We took the mystery.

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