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 * And purple-stained mouth;
 * That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,
 * And with thee fade away into the forest dim:

Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget
 * What thou among the leaves hast never known,

The weariness, the fever, and the fret
 * Here, where men sit and hear each other groan;

Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs,
 * Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies;
 * Where but to think is to be full of sorrow
 * And leaden-eyed despairs;

Where beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes,
 * Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.

Away! away! for I will fly to thee,
 * Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards,

But on the viewless wings of Poesy,
 * Though the dull brain perplexes and retards:

Already with thee ! tender is the night,
 * And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,
 * Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays;
 * But here there is no light,
 * Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown
 * Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.

I cannot see what flowers are at my feet.
 * Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,

But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet
 * Wherewith the seasonable month endows