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 And then about the vanishing. It's I who mean to vanish; And when I'm here no longer you'll be done with me indeed."—

"That's a way to tell me what I am, John Gorham! How am I to know myself until I make you smile? Try to look as if the moon were making faces at you, And a little more as if you meant to stay a little while."—

"You are what it is that over rose-blown gardens Makes a pretty flutter for a season in the sun; You are what it is that with a mouse, Jane Wayland, Catches him and let's him go and eats him up for fun."—