| We wove a web in childhood |
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| I sing that hero over France who reigned |
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| The Violet |
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| Look Wife the clouds are full of snow |
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| The Pearl within the shell concealed |
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| When thou sleepest, lulled in night |
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| 'Tis eve; how that rich sunlight streameth through |
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| I scarce would let that restless eye |
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| Now fall the last drops of the shower |
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| The Ante-room is hushed and still |
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