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I. I tore your letter into strips / No bigger than the airy feathers / That ducks preen out in changing weathers / Upon the shifting ripple-tips.
II. In darkness on my bed alone / I seemed to see you in a vision, / And hear you say: "Why this derision / Of one drawn to you, though unknown?"