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TO MARY BOYLE
xv.The silver year should cease to mourn and sigh—    Not long to wait—So close are we, dear Mary, you and I    To that dim gate.
xvi.Take, read! and be the faults your Poet makes    Or many or few,He rests content, if his young music wakes    A wish in you
xvii.To change our dark Queen-city, all her realm    Of sound and smoke,For his clear heaven, and these few lanes of elm    And whispering oak.
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