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...divine despair, — Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as...strange, as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square...

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...the other in the poem called the " Fountain." Tennyson's exquisite poem is well known : " Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean ; Tears from the...verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. * Prelude, book riii. p. 224. Ah, sad and strange, as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd...

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