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40 The tremulously mirrored clouds lie deep, Enchanted towers bosomed in the stream, And blossomed coronals of white-thorn gleam Within the water where the willows sleep— Still-imaged willow-leaves whose shadows steep The far-reflected sky in dark of dream; And glimpsed therein the sun-winged swallows seem As fleeting memories to those who weep.

So mirrored in thy heart are all desires, Eternal longings, Youth's inheritance, All hopes that token immortality, All griefs whereto immortal grief aspires. Aweary of a world's reality, I dream above the imaged pool, Romance.