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ET EGO ------
THOUGH long ago it is, God wot,Since I at Cupid's altars knelt,
I, too in Arcady have dwelt
And shared whilere the lover's lot;
Nor, though the blood no more is hot
Within my veins, that I have smelt
Its roses and its breezes felt
Yet in my dreams have I forgot.
Nay, in this life of every day,
Anon, the old Elysian strain
Makes for a breathing-space its way
The mists of eld and usance through
And I in Arcady am fain
Awhile to live and love anew.
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