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Upon a poet’s page I wrote

Of old two letters of her name;

Part seemed she of the effulgent thought

Whence that high singer’s rapture came.

– When now I turn the leaf the same

Immortal light illumes the lay,

But from the letters of her name

The radiance has died away!