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For, sitting in the dim and ghostly night,

She fain would stay the strong approach of light;

While later bards cleave to her, and believe

That in her sorrow she can still conceive!

Oh, let her dream; still lovely is her sigh;

Oh, rouse her not, or she shall surely die.

Stephen Phillips.

Stephen Phillips.

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YOUTH

hen life begins anew,

And Youth, from gathering flowers, 

From vague delights, rapt musings, twilight hours,

Turns restless, seeking some great deed to do,

To sum his foster'd dreams; when that fresh birth

Unveils the real, the throng'd and spacious Earth,

And he awakes to those more ample skies,

By other aims and by new powers possess'd:

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