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I.

Far, far away, O ye

Halcyons of Memory,

Seek some far calmer nest

Than this abandoned breast!

No news of your false spring

To my heart’s winter bring,

Once having gone, in vain

Ye come again.

II.

Vultures, who build your bowers

High in the Future’s towers,

Withered hopes on hopes are spread!

Dying joys, choked by the dead,

Will serve your beaks for prey

Many a day.