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Oh, light our life in Babylon, but Babylon has taken wings,

While we are in the calm and proud procession of eternal things.

ALTER EGO

All the morn a spirit gay

Breathes within my heart a rhyme,

'Tis but hide and seek we play

In and out the courts of Time.

Fairy lover, when my feet

Through the tangled woodland go,

'Tis thy sunny fingers fleet

Fleck the fire dews to and fro.

In the moonlight grows a smile

Mid its rays of dusty pearl—

'Tis but hide and seek the while,

As some frolic boy and girl.

When I fade into the deep

Some mysterious radiance showers

From the jewel-heart of sleep

Through the veil of darkened hours.

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