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A QUESTION.
One look I have especial in my mind—Ah! Lady, cruel lady, was it fair
To rouse a hope predestined not to find
Fulfilment, thus to flood the rosy air
With radiance, that I might the sooner share
Despondent wintry darkness of the blind?
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