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Days, when the ball of our vision

Had eagles that flew unabashed to sun;

When the grasp on the bow was decision.

And arrow and hand and eye were one;

When the Pleasures, like waves to a swimmer,

Came heaving for rapture ahead! –

Invoke them, they dwindle, they glimmer

As lights over mounds of the dead.

– George Meredith

‘Ode to Youth in Memory’