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MEMORY.
How feels the guiltless dreamer, whoWith idly curious gaze
Has let his mind's glance wander through
The relics of past days?
As feels the pilgrim that has scann'd,
Within their skirting wall,
The moonlit marbles of some grand
Disburied capital;
Masses of whiteness and of gloom,
The darkly bright remains
Of desolate palace, empty tomb,
And desecrated fanes:
For in the ruins of old hours,
Remembrance haply sees
Temples, and tombs, and palaces,
Not different from these.
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