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Irregular, / _Written at Fourteen_.
O come, thou Goddess ever fair, Who lov'st to braid thy golden hair With many a wreath of laurel bright, From old Parnassus' sacred height! Whither, beneath some time-devoted tow'r, Thou lov'st to pass the solitary hour; And slowly-solemn pour along the pensive verse, Or the bright deeds of chivalry rehearse; And view by fairy Fancy's magic sway, Old deeds long done, and years long past away.