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PENTELICOS.
In dark days bitter between dream and dream,I go bowed down with many a load of pain,
Increasing memory gathers to remain
From paths where now, all snakelike, lurk and gleam
Love's last deceits that loveliest did seem,
Or hurrying on with hope and thought astrain,
To reunite love's worn just broken chain,
Whose links fall through my fingers in a stream;
When, sometimes, mid these semblances of love,
Pursued with feverish joy or mad despair,
There flashes suddenly on my unrest
Some marble shape of Venus, high above
All pain or changing, fair above all fair,
Still more and more desired, still unpossest.
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