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Thine are the Dreams that pass the Ivory Gates, / With prophet shadows haunting poet eyes! / Thine the belov'd illusions youth creates / From the dim haze of its own happy skies.
In vain we pine; we yearn on earth to win / The being of the heart, our boyhood's dream.