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All round the room my silent servants wait,—

My friends in every season, bright and dim;

Angels and seraphim

Come down and murmur to me, sweet and low,

And spirits of the skies all come and go

Early and late;

From the old world's divine and distant date,

From the sublimer few,

Down to the poet who but yester-eve

Sang sweet and made us grieve,

All come, assembling here in order due.

And here I dwell with Poesy, my mate,

With Erato and all her vernal sighs,

Great Clio with her victories elate,

Or pale Urania's deep and starry eyes.

Oh friends, whom chance and change can never harm,

Whom Death the tyrant cannot doom to die,

Within whose folding soft eternal charm

I love to lie,

And meditate upon your verse that flows,

And fertilizes whereso'er it goes....

B. W. Procter. An Autobiographical Fragment.