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I dreamed that each most lovely, perfect thing
That Nature hath, of sound, and form, and hue -
The winds, the grass, the light-concentering dew,
The gleam and swiftness of the sea-bird's wing;...

The world upheld their pillars for awhile -
Now, where imperial On and Memphis stood,
The hot wind sifts across the solitude
The sand that once was wall and peristyle,...

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O wonderful and wing'd flow'r,
That hoverest in the garden-close,
Finding in mazes of the rose,
The beauty of a Summer hour!

O symbol of Impermanence,...

All drear and barren seemed the hours,
That passed rain-swept and tempest-blown.
The dead leaves fell like brownish notes
Within the rain's grey monotone.

There came a lapse between the showers;...

But yestereve the winter trees
Reared leafless, blackly bare,
Their twigs and branches poignant-marked
Upon the sunset-flare.

White-petaled, opens now the dawn,
And in its pallid glow,...