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Breathe of the soul's untold and restless burnings, For looks, tones, footsteps, that return no more.

Breathe of deep love—a lonely vigil keeping Through the night-hours, o'er wasted wealth to pine; Rich thoughts and sad, like faded rose-leaves heaping, In the shut heart, at once a tomb and shrine.

Or pass as if thy spirit-notes came sighing From worlds beneath some blue Elysian sky; Breathe of repose, the pure, the bright, th' undying— Of joy no more—bewildering harmony!