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So, lifted high, the Poet at his will
Hearing apart the echoes of his fame.
I read, before my eyelids dropt their shade,
Dan Chaucer, the first warbler, whose sweet breath
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A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN.
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iii.
Lets the great world flit from him, seeing all,
Higher thro' secret splendours mounting still,
Selfpoised, nor fears to fall,
iv.
While I spoke thus, the seedsman, memory,
Sowed my deepfurrowed thought with many a name,
Whose glory will not die,
v.
"The legend of good women," long ago
Sung by the morningstar of song, who made
His music heard below,—
vi.
Preluded those melodious bursts, that fill
The spacious times of great Elizabeth
With sounds that echo still.
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