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AT A CORNER.

Here should I meet you, here only, recalling
The soul-drunken look you vouchsafed me one day,
That, like a spark in some hidden mine falling,
Shook my frail senses, and swept me away.
What did that look portend? dark was its meaning,
Faded in tears the swift gleam of delight;
Ask the deep thoughts of eternity's screening,
Ask the wide stars in the bosom of night.
Like some winged Seraphim, never descending,
That for a moment unveils to our view:
Sudden its ravishment, bitter its ending;
Love flashed a promise that Life never knew.