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So fair a dream last night my heart had kissed, / I sought some token of it, but 'twould give / Nothing, save formless fancies fugitive, / That slipped from words' encirclement away -- / As, when hell's shades 'gan quicken with the day, / His lost beloved fled the lutanist.