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O dewy dawn of love! that are

Hung high, like the cliff-swallow's perilous nest,

Most like to fall when fullest, and that jar

With every heavier billow! O unrest

Than balmiest deeps of quiet sweeter far!

How did ye triumph now in Margaret's breast, 270

Making it readier to shrink and start

Than quivering gold of the pond-lily's heart!