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II.
O hours of Yale—vanished hours!Memory, sorrowfully singing,
Makes a far-off sound, like ringing
Of a chime of silver bells,
Whose soft music sinks and swells,
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Fainter, sweeter fragrance bringing
Than from odorous island-dells,
Kissed all night by summer showers.
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