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 Here be shadows large and long; Here be spaces meet for song; Grant, O garden-god, that I, Now that none profane is nigh,— Now that mood and moment please,— Find the fair Pierides!

825. Urceus Exit

Triolet

I intended an Ode, And it turn'd to a Sonnet It began à la mode, I intended an Ode; But Rose crossed the road  In her latest new bonnet; I intended an Ode;   And it turn'd to a Sonnet. 826. In After Days

Rondeau

In after days when grasses high O'er-top the stone where I shall lie, Though ill or well the world adjust My slender claim to honour'd dust, I shall not question nor reply.

I shall not see the morning sky; I shall not hear the night-wind sigh; I shall be mute, as all men must In after days!