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A FRAGMENT.
Who knows himself must needs in prophecyToo oft behold his own most sad reverse;
E'en like his noonday shadow,—once so true,
In form so fair, that the o'erpassing sun
Seemed, as in love, to robe it with the blue
Of his own heaven. Ah, then on that fair shade,
So pure and beautiful, 't were peace to look!
But now, how changed! distorted, black, and stretched
To strange, unnatural length by that same sun,
As towards the west he travels down to night,
Their common sepulchre. But where is he,—
Ah, where,—with such foreknowledge blessed, or cursed?
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