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THE PRINCESS;
A fragrant flame rose, and before us glow'dFruit, viand, blossom, and amber wine and gold.
 Then she ‘Let some one sing to us: lightlier moveThe minutes fledged with music:’ and a maid,Of those beside her, smote her harp, and sang.
 "Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,Tears from the depth of some divine despairRise 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 the first beam glittering on a sail,That brings our friends up from the underworld,Sad as the last which reddens over oneThat sinks with all we love below the verge;So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
 “Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
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