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GOLDEN FRAGMENTS
Life reverses fairy law,
The wealth I hold turns sticks and straw.
'Tis a cheat, whichever way,
Boy or man, with gold we play.

VALE!

Rear who will a marble pile!
Of death I know but this:
No rising sun gives back thy smile,
No darkness yields thy kiss.

THE STATUE

All flawed in beauty, shorn of fate,
Deep droops yon statue, sad at heart;
Some Greek isle hides his lovely mate,
And robs his form of perfect art.

THE ONYX

Love, the sexton, from the sod
Gave me this onyx; prize it, you;
A carven Eros, graved "Adieu!"—
Who breaks the image, finds the god.

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