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200 Shall my soul, no frosts may tame. Catch new flame From the incandescent air ? In this nuptial joy apart, Oh my hearty Whither shall we lonely fare ? Seek some dusky, twilight spot, Quite forgot Of the Autumn's Bacchic fire. Where soft mists and shadows sleep^ There outweep Barren longing's vain desire.