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hold converse with all forms Of the many-sided mind, And those whom passion hath not blinded, Subtle-thoughted, myriad-minded. My friend, with you to live alone, Methinks were better than to own A crown, a sceptre, and a throne. O strengthen me, enlighten me! I faint in this obscurity, Thou dewy dawn of memory.

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A SPIRIT haunts the year's last hours
Dwelling amid these yellowing bowers :

To himself he talks ;
For at eventide, listening earnestly,
At his work you may hear him sob and sigh

In the walks ;

Earthward he boweth the heavy stalks Of the mouldering flowers :

Heavily hangs the broad sunflower

Over its grave i’ the earth so chilly ; Heavily hangs the hollyhock,

Heavily hangs the tiger-lily.

II.

The air is damp, and hush'd, and close,
As a sick man's room when he taketh repose

An hour before death ;
My very heart faints and my whole soul grieves
At the moist rich smell of the rotting leaves,

And the breath

Of the fading edges of box beneath, And the year's last rose.

Heavily hangs the broad sunflower

Over its grave i' the earth so chilly ; Heavily hangs the hollyhock,

Heavily hangs the tiger-lily.

ADELINE.

MYSTERY of mysteries,

Faintly smiling Adeline,
Scarce of earth nor all divine,
Nor unhappy, nor at rest,

But beyond expression fair

With thy floating flaxen hair ;
Thy rose-lips and full blue eyes
Take the heart from out

my breast. Wherefore those dim looks of thine, Shadowy, dreaming Adeline ?

Whence that

aery

bloom of thine, Like a lily which the sun Looks thro’ in his sad decline,

And a rose-bush leans upon,

Thou that faintly smilest still,

As a Naiad in a well,

Looking at the set of day,
Or a phantom two hours old

Of a maiden past away,
Ere the placid lips be cold?
Wherefore those faint smiles of thine,

Spiritual Adeline ?

What hope or fear or joy is thine ?
Who talketh with thee, Adeline ?
For sure thou art not all alone :

Do beating hearts of salient springs
Keep measure with thine own?

Hast thou heard the butterflies What they say betwixt their wings?

Or in stillest evenings With what voice the violet woos

To his heart the silver dews ?

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