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IV. It is, with the scattered garlands Of triumphs long ago, With the melodies of buried lyres, With the faded rainbow's glow.

V. And for all the gorgeous pageants, For the glance of gem and plume, For lamp, and harp, and rosy wreath, And vase of rich perfume;

VI. Now, dim, forsaken Mirror, Thou giv'st but faintly back The quiet stars and the sailing moon, On her solitary track.

VII. And thus with man's proud spirit Thou tellest me 't will be, When the forms and hues of this world fade From his memory as from thee:

VIII. And his heart's long-troubled waters At last in stillness lie, Reflecting but the images Of the solemn world on high.