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Thy spirit ere our fatal loss / Did ever rise from high to higher; / As mounts the heavenward altar-fire, / As flies the lighter thro' the gross.
But thou art turn'd to something strange, / And I have lost the links that bound / Thy changes; here upon the ground, / No more partaker of thy change.