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IV
Remembrance.
I had thought to see her no more,
But I dwell in Thules of fancy,
And she haunteth their every shore
With her beautiful necromancy.
But I dwell in Thules of fancy,
And she haunteth their every shore
With her beautiful necromancy.
In the midnight's hiddenmost lair,
In the morning's vividest portal,
I discern her aslant on air,
Like a spirit who greets a mortal.
In the morning's vividest portal,
I discern her aslant on air,
Like a spirit who greets a mortal.
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O the delicate, tender gleam
Of the carven Parian features,
Such as sculptors delight to dream
Of in marble for godlike creatures!
Of the carven Parian features,
Such as sculptors delight to dream
Of in marble for godlike creatures!
As I worship she seems to chase
All of sombreness from my story,
And around me infinite space
Overbrims one moment with glory.
All of sombreness from my story,
And around me infinite space
Overbrims one moment with glory.
But a moment! And then the spot
Is a cell for the broken-hearted,
And that portraiture, thus forgot,
Is another angel departed.
Is a cell for the broken-hearted,
And that portraiture, thus forgot,
Is another angel departed.
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