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BY a wall the stranger now calls his, / Was born of old a particular kiss, / Without forethought in its genesis; / Which in a trice took wing on the air. / And where that spot is nothing shows: / There ivy calmly grows, / And no one knows / What a birth was there!
That kiss is gone where none can tell- / Not even those who felt its spell: / It cannot have died; that know we well. / Somewhere it pursues its flight, / One of a long procession of sounds / Travelling aethereal rounds / Far from earth's bounds / In the infinite.