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True, true!—Perhaps it would be best

To be that lone star in the west;

Above the earth, within the skies,

Yet shining here in your blue eyes.

Or, haply, better here to blow

A flower beneath your window low;

That, brief of life and frail and fair,

Finds yet a heaven in your hair.

Or well, perhaps, to be the breeze

That sighs its soul out to the trees;

A voice, a breath of rain or drouth,

That has its wild will with your mouth.

These things I long to be. I long

To be the burthen of some song

You love to sing; a melody,

Sure of sweet immortality.