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The mocking fiends by day / Make frenzied play / Around my loneliness; / The haunting sprites delight / To sport at night, / And jeer at my soul's wretchedness; / Imprisoned in the boundary of a mind / Holding but one thought; only one can find / The thought of you!
You, far away, / In silence wrapped.