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you recall the fancies of many years ago, When the pulse danced those light measures that again it cannot know? Ah! we both of us are altered, and now we talk no more Of all the old creations that haunted us of yore.

Then any favourite volume was a mine of long delight, From whence we took our future to fashion as we might. We lived again its pages, we were its chiefs and kings, As actual, but more pleasant, than what the day now brings.

It was an August evening, with sunset in the trees,