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Tell me no more, no more Of my soul's lofty gifts! Are they not vain To quench its haunting thirst for happiness? Have I not lov'd, and striven, and fail'd to bind One true heart unto me, whereon my own Might find a resting-place, a home for all Its burden of affections? I depart, Unknown, tho' Fame goes with me; I must leave The earth unknown. Yet it may be that death Shall give my name a power to win such tears As would have made life precious.

I. dream of passion and of beauty more! And in its bright fulfilment let me pour My soul away! Let earth retain a trace Of that which lit my being, tho' its race Might have been loftier far.—Yet one more dream! From my deep spirit one victorious gleam