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[Of poet-homes was our delightful talk]
Of poet-homes was our delightful talk,
And of sweet singers o'er the Western seas,
Whose golden fancies, like our summer bees,
Swarm music round us wheresoe'er we walk,
And all our cares of their full triumph balk.
Of Holmes, well-loved, we spoke, who this day sees
Your Charles steal seawards by your home's dear trees.
Of Cambridge's dear poet was our talk,
Who gave Evangeline with us to dwell,
And wild, sweet Indian visions to our eyes,
With their strange beauty, which we love so well.
Of him I ask'd, with thoughts as sweet and wise
As those of which dim Academe's groves tell,
And of strong Lowell, whom two worlds so prize.
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