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FRAGMENT.

[And e'en in its meridian height]

No Verses—my Love is now on the decline—

[_]

The attribution of this poem is questionable.

And e'en in its meridian height,
Fill'd with the lustre of her sun-bright eye,
It shed a scanty light,
Unapt to raise the flow'rs of Poesy:
But chill and feeble was the ray
Chill as the Moon upon the silver plain,
And feeble as the streams of light that play
Round Cassiopeïa's chair, and slow Boötes' wain. [OMITTED]