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Rh Nor would I break the vision
 * Young fancies frame, young fancies frame,

That lights with stars Elysian
 * A poet’s name, a poet’s name.

For she whose gentle spirit
 * Such dreams sublime, such dreams sublime,

Gives hues they do not merit
 * To sons of rhyme, to sons of rhyme,

But place the proudest near her,
 * Whate’er their pen, whate’er their pen,

She’ll say (be mute who hear her)
 * Mere mortal men, mere mortal men!

Yet though unseen, unseeing,
 * We meet and part, we meet and part,

Be still my worshipped being,
 * In mind and heart, in mind and heart.

And bid thy song that found me,
 * My minstrel-maid, my minstrel-maid!

Be winter’s sunbeam round me,
 * And summer’s shade, and summer’s shade.

I could not gaze upon thee,
 * And dare thy spell, and dare thy spell,

And when a happier won thee,
 * Thus bid farewell, thus bid farewell.