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First Line: It is the morn indeed! The night hath gone
Last Line: But, love, 'twas thine, so rarely small and white!
Subject(s): Love


IT is the morn indeed! The night hath gone,
While we together with our favourite Keats
Have, through a country over-rich in sweets,
Follow'd the Dian-lov'd Endymion.
Like him, too, have we wander'd on and on,
Lured by inviting music in the air,
Till, leaving far below the vale of care,
We now are here, where fancy reigns alone!
And so much have we read of joys divine
Which thrill'd the Latmian's touch, but mock'd his sight,
That, as I linger'd at this wondrous line
My spirit flooded up with strange delight,
For such a mystic hand seem'd held by mine! --
But, Love, 'twas thine, so rarely small and white!





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