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THE COMET AT YELL'HAM
I
It bends far over Yell'ham Plain,And we, from Yell'ham Height,
Stand and regard its fiery train,
So soon to swim from sight.
II
It will return long years hence, whenAs now its strange swift shine
Will fall on Yell'ham; but not then
On that sweet form of thine.
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