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SONNET VII.
Farewell, thou rainbow glory of a dream!All beauteous phantom of the brain, farewell!
'Twere vain the anguish of this hour to tell,
Or paint despair which might like madness seem,
Oh, darst thou gaze upon the lightning's gleam?
Or brave the torrent in the cliffy dell?
Or break the sorcerer's necromantic spell?
Then of my heart's despair thou well mayst deem—
The last wild struggle and quick agony,
The final parting and the lingering power,
That binds my spirit to one fatal hour,
Whose conscious memory can never die;
Parting I gaze and sigh, yet linger still,
As earth's sire paused—on Eden's holy hill.
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