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And I must be what I have been, And not what I am now, Ere these could call a smile, or chase One shadow from my brow.

I must lay in some nameless sea The ghosts of hopes long fled; Efface dark memory's scroll, and leave A shining page instead.

I must forget youth's bloom is fled, Ere its own measured hours; I must forget that summer dies, Even amid its flowers.

And give me more than pleasure's task Belief that they can be; Then every spreading sail were slow To bear me on the sea.

But now I care not for their course; Wherever I may roam, I bear about the weariness That haunted me at home.

I may see all around me changed, Beneath a foreign sky; I may fly scenes, and friends, and foes— Myself I cannot fly.L. E. L.