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The first was like a dream through summer heat, / The second like a tedious numbing swoon, / While the half-frozen pulses lagged to beat / Beneath a winter moon.
"But," says my friend, "what was this thing and where? " / It was a pleasure-place within my soul; / An earthly paradise supremely fair / That lured me from the goal.