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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.