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вАЬThe Bowers Whereat, in Dreams, I SeeвАЭ
The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see
The wantonest singing birds,
Are lipsвБ†вАФand all thy melody
Of lip-begotten wordsвБ†вАФ
Thine eyes, in Heaven of heart enshrined
Then desolately fall,
O God! on my funereal mind
Like starlight on a pallвБ†вАФ
Thy heartвБ†вАФthy heart!вБ†вАФI wake and sigh,
And sleep to dream till day
Of truth that gold can never buyвБ†вАФ
Of the bawbles that it may.