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INVOCATION.
Spirit that dwellest in the opening flower,And bathest in the morning's earliest dew,—
Thou that hast wings to hurry on the hour,
And makest that lovely which were else but true;
Yielding fresh odor for the hungering sense,
Teaching the zephyr mournful eloquence,
And, when he brings his worship to the rose,
That givest such heavenly sweetness to his tone,
That fancy straightway deems it music's own!
Come to me, spirit, from thy far domain—
Fain would I, with a tenderness like thine,
To her I love, of her I love, complain;
For she hath beckon'd me to seek her shrine,
Beholds me there, yet nothing heeds my pain.
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