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, let me make a sunny realm around thee, Of thought and beauty! Here are books and flowers, With spells to loose the fetter which hath bound thee, The ravelled coil of this world's feverish hours.

The soul of song is in these deathless pages, Even as the odour in the flower enshrined; Here the crowned spirits of departed ages Have left the silent melodies of mind.