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And young warm feelings have rushed on her soul With all their former influence,—thoughts that slept Cold, calm as death, have wakened to new life— Whole years' existence have passed in that glance. . . She had once loved in very early days: That was a thing gone by: one had called forth The music of her soul: he loved her too, But not as she did—she was unto him As a young bird, whose early flight he trained, Whose first wild song were sweet, for he had taught Those songs—but she looked up to him with all Youth's deep and passionate idolatry: Love was her heart's sole universe—he was To her, Hope, Genius, Energy, the God Her inmost spirit worshipped—in whose smile Was all e'en minstrel pride held precious; praise Was prized but as the echo of his own.