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140 What seems it now? Lost: such beginning was all; Nothing came after: romance straight forsook Quickly somehow Life when we sped from our nook, Primed for new scenes with designs smart and tall. . . . —A preface without any book, A trumpet uplipped, but no call; That seems it now.