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THE GOSSAMER.
We walked within the fields, and fastFlew by, light spun by Fairies' hand,
A shining thread that as we past
Between us linked a fragile band;
I took it for a Sign! in scorn
Love holds not such slight omens, they
Are like its own fond hopings, born
Of vapour, breathed by air away!
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