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That it may not suffice unto itself, But seeks communion with that other state, Whose mystery to it is as a shroud In which it may conceal its strife of thought, And find repose....... ....But it is utterly changed: No incense rises, save some chance wild-flower Breathes grateful to the air; no hymn is heard, No sound, but the bat's melancholy wings; And all is desolate, and solitude. And thus it is with links of destiny: Clay fastens on with gold—and none may tell What the chain's next unravelling will be Alas, the mockeries in which fate delights! Alas, for time!—still more, alas, for change!—L. E. L.