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The lover and the poet
Alike in dignity
Let two more summers wither
Wondrous man do not smile at me
More than a little proud
Less than a little loud
Mountains will heave
To bring forth
Where should this music be?
All the world will be in love with night
The flattering truth of sleep
Such as it is raw and young
A spirit of no common rate
Blind sight, dead life, poor mortal ghost
Born: a ridiculous mouse
Alike in dignity
Let two more summers wither
Wondrous man do not smile at me
More than a little proud
Less than a little loud
Mountains will heave
To bring forth
Where should this music be?
All the world will be in love with night
The flattering truth of sleep
Such as it is raw and young
A spirit of no common rate
Blind sight, dead life, poor mortal ghost
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