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POESY
He hears the music of his heart,
But knows not whence the breath is blown;
It comes from regions far apart,
With power beyond his own.
But knows not whence the breath is blown;
It comes from regions far apart,
With power beyond his own.
A presence at his side alights,
A whisper at his ear is heard;
Amazed he takes the pen, and writes
The inevitable word.
A whisper at his ear is heard;
Amazed he takes the pen, and writes
The inevitable word.
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