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TO ------ AFTER ABSENCE.
No line of favour, which adorned thee then,Hath Time yet blurr'd—the snatches of thy voice,
Likest the nightingale's, as erst rejoice
The listener's ear, and, as thou passest, men
Stand still at gaze, and keep thee in their ken,
As they had seen a vision—the alloys,
Which Love, to temper his delights, employs,
And suit them to earth's duller denizen,
Thou hast not felt, thou angel without wings,
To whom the heaven thou hast left still clings!
The freshness of the morning lingers round
Thee still: oh thou art like the star that brings
In morn and eve, and both their charms are found
In thee, lightheartedness with thought profound!
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