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92 POEMS.
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TT E touched me, so I live to know ^ * That such a day, permitted so,
I groped upon his breast. It was a boundless place to me, And silenced, as the awful sea
Puts minor streams to rest.
And now, I 'm different from before, As if I breathed superior air,
Or brushed a royal gown ; My feet, too, that had wandered so, My gypsy face transfigured now
To tenderer renown.
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