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CHARLES LAMB.
Dear heart! from dim Elizabethan daysSurely thy feet strayed to our garish noon;
Thou shouldst have walked beneath a yellowing moon,
In some old garden's green enchanted ways,
With Herrick and Ben Jonson; while in praise
Of his lady trilled the nightingale's full tune,—
And he grown still, these sang, 'neath skies of June,
That bent to hear, catches and roundelays.
In fair converse, thou might'st have wanderèd
With Burton's self, the master whose rare thought
Makes Melancholy glad the heart like wine;
In thy earth-day, those high compeers were dead;
How pleasant was their laughter, had they caught
The sallies of thy humour, quaint and fine!
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