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I lived with visions for my company / Instead of men and women, years ago, / And found them gentle mates, nor thought to know / A sweeter music than they played to me.
But soon their trailing purple was not free / Of this world's dust, their lutes did silent grow, / And I myself grew faint and blind below / Their vanishing eyes.