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ODE TO MEMORY.
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II.
Come not as thou cam'st of late,
Flinging the gloom of yesternight
On the white day; but robed in softened light
Of orient state.
Whilome thou camest with the morning mist,
Even as a maid, whose stately brow
The dewimpearléd winds of dawn have kist,
When she, as thou,
Stays on her floating locks the lovely freight
Of overflowing blooms, and earliest shoots
Of orient green, giving safe pledge of fruits,
Which in wintertide shall star
The black earth with brilliance rare.
Come not as thou cam'st of late,
Flinging the gloom of yesternight
On the white day; but robed in softened light
Of orient state.
Whilome thou camest with the morning mist,
Even as a maid, whose stately brow
The dewimpearléd winds of dawn have kist,
When she, as thou,
Stays on her floating locks the lovely freight
Of overflowing blooms, and earliest shoots
Of orient green, giving safe pledge of fruits,
Which in wintertide shall star
The black earth with brilliance rare.
III.
Whilome thou camest with the morning mist,
And with the evening cloud,
Showering thy gleanéd wealth into my open breast,
(Those peerless flowers which in the rudest wind
Never grow sere,
Whilome thou camest with the morning mist,
And with the evening cloud,
Showering thy gleanéd wealth into my open breast,
(Those peerless flowers which in the rudest wind
Never grow sere,
