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IV. No! never more may we smile as thou Sheddest round smiles from thy sunny brow! Yet something it is, in our hearts to shrine, A memory of beauty, undimmed as thine!

V. To have met the joy of thy speaking face, To have felt the spell of thy breezy grace; To have lingered before thee, and turned, and borne One vision away of the cloudless morn!