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The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see / The wantonest singing birds, / Are lips -- and all thy melody / Of lip-begotten words --
Thine eyes, in Heaven of heart enshrined / Then desolately fall, / O God! on my funereal mind / Like starlight on a pall --
Thy heart -- thy heart! -- I wake and sigh, / And sleep to dream till day / Of truth that gold can never buy --
Of the bawbles that it may.