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[Sonnet] II
And do they not dear Bell! in sooth possessOne half the power of which old legends tell,
An influence to hallow and to bless—
Calypso's wand of love, not Circe's spell.
Look on them in their beauty as they shower
Smiles on each other light upon the earth
And joy and peace on all of mortal birth,
And then deny them life and love and power
Oh! we at least should yield them sovereignty
For the same stars shone on our natal [h]our,
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Folded like leaves within one lovely flower,
To bloom and fade together—Sweet, with thee
This were indeed a glorious destiny.
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