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This is to be a mortal, And seek the things beyond mortality!

voice prevails; dear Friend, my gentle Friend! This long-shut heart for thee shall be unseal'd, And though thy soft eye mournfully will bend Over the troubled stream, yet once reveal'd Shall its freed waters flow; then rocks must close For evermore, above their dark repose.

Come while the gorgeous mysteries of the sky Fused in the crimson sea of sunset lie;