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"As one imprisoned that hath lain alone

And dreamed of sunlight where no vagrant gleam

Of sunlight pierces, being freed, must deem

This too but dreaming, and must dread the sun

Whose glory dazzles—even as such-an-one

Am I whose longing was but now supreme

For this high hour, and, now it strikes, esteem

I do but dream long dreamed-of goals are won.

"Phyllis, I am not worthy of thy love.

I pray thee let no kindly word be said

Of me at all, for in the train thereof,

Whenas yet-parted lips, sigh-visited,

End speech and wait, mine when I will to move,

Such joy awakens that I grow afraid."

THOMAS ROWLAND. Triumphs of Phyllis.