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ODE ON THE DAY OF THE CORONATION

And now the day whose bosom was so high
Sinks billowing down: and twilight sorceries change
Into remote and strange
What is most known and nigh:
And changelessly the river sends his sigh

Down leagues of hope and fear, and pride and shame,

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