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FOUR RIDDLES.

Deep be it quaffed, the magic draught
That fills the soul with golden fancies!
For Youth and Pleasance will not stay,
And ye are withered, worn, and gray.
Ah, well-a-day!


O fair cold face! O form of grace,
For human passion madly yearning!
O weary air of dumb despair,
From marble won, to marble turning!
“Leave us not thus!” we fondly pray.
“We cannot let thee pass away!”
Ah, well-a-day!



IV.

My First is singular at best:
More plural is my Second:
My Third is far the pluralest–
So plural-plural, I protest
It scarcely can be reckoned!