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POEMS.
"Earth rears her flowers for us no more;
A half-remembered dream are we
Unseen we haunt the sunny shore,
And swim, unmarked, the glassy son.
A half-remembered dream are we
Unseen we haunt the sunny shore,
And swim, unmarked, the glassy son.
"And we have none to love or aid,
But wander, heedless of mankind,
With shadows by the cloud-rack made,
With moaning wave and sighing wind.
But wander, heedless of mankind,
With shadows by the cloud-rack made,
With moaning wave and sighing wind.
"Yet sometimes, as in elder days,
We come before the painter's eye,
Or fix the sculptor's eager gaze,
With no profaner witness nigh.
We come before the painter's eye,
Or fix the sculptor's eager gaze,
With no profaner witness nigh.
"And then the words of men grow warm
With praise and wonder, asking where
The artist saw the perfect form
He copied forth in lines so fair."
With praise and wonder, asking where
The artist saw the perfect form
He copied forth in lines so fair."