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6 It speaks with such authority,

With so serene and lofty tone,

That idle Time runs gadding by,

And leaves me with Eternity alone.

Now chiefly is my natal hour,

And only now my prime of life,

Of manhood's strength it is the flower,

'Tis peace's end and war's beginning strife.

It comes in summer's broadest noon,

By a grey wall or some chance place,

Unseasoning Time, insulting June,

And vexing day with its presuming face.

Such fragrance round my couch it makes,

More rich than are Arabian drugs,