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SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 45. A LITTLE WHILE, by            
First Line: A little while, a little while, - and then
Last Line: And shelley's risen soul my soul may know.


A little while, a little while,—and then,
Ye roses and ye lilies all, farewell!
Farewell, each valley and soft fern-deep dell:
I shall not meet your tender gaze again.
I pass for ever from the sight of men
To lands wherein the souls of poets dwell:
Things wait me sweeter than my harp may tell
To coarse unspiritual earth-denizen.

Farewell, ye English mountains, and the red
Roses that round the fair land fragrance shed!
Beyond the land of roses now I go.
Farewell, ye seas that on the old shores break!
Keats' eyes may dawn upon me when I wake,
And Shelley's risen soul my soul may know.





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