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Chapter 50 No.50

"If some mortal, born too soon,

Were laid away in some great trance-the ages

Coming and going all the while-till dawned

His true time's advent; and could then record

The words they spoke who kept watch by his bed,

Then I might tell more of the breath so light

Upon my eyelids, and the fingers warm

Among my hair. Youth is confuse

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