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“How clean forgotten, how remote and dead,Those days and dreams that were of old so dear!
How lost and nought and wholly vanished
The prayers and joys, the passion and the fear!
O soul at gaze! as with sun-litten head
The emergent diver scans the darkling mere;
Or aëronaut descries and scorns outspread
On pigmy scale the enormous planisphere.”
“Nay, nay,” I cried,—“one streak of cinnabar,
One note of bird,—so waked the world for me!
O Life that listened, Love that called from far,
Man-heart that trembled at the bliss to be!
When earth's poor orb presaged the extremest star,—
Love from one drop divining all his sea.”
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